Delivery Boy Blues

[Paragon]

Delivery Boy Blues

by Noonan

 

Pizza Hut is where I slave

barely making min’mum wage.

Five nights a week I do toil,

with my car burning gas and leaking oil.

 

Small dogs have bit without remorse,

and made the lawn an obstacle course.

I die a death at each new door.

I can’t take this job no more!

 

Cruel parents revel in that game

of sending kids with exact change.

These are words that they should hear,

I’m hoping I can make this clear:

 

I don’t deliver for my wealth,

I need insurance for my health.

So do your part to spread some joy,

and kindly tip your pizza boy.

 

Source: Poetry on Poverty

[DeadlyVision]

Living his life by love=

This masakiin dilivers girls,

to other dudes who feel they are above-

For what he stands for,

on his way to diliver he stand his shipment

and how they beat his soul down to the floor...

One day I called this ShortSport,

told her to call her friend so I could score-

She called some Faarax,

exlaimed to him to pick and drop Sahal in 10mins-

Labelled her a true ryder how she got me to adore-

After a stog, Farax came and dropped Sahal to ShortSports fron door!

I leaned back in shock, Sahal got out lookin' fly as da evening sky,

Left me to fill her sox,

ShortSport guick hugged da Dilivery'Boi-

brough an amazing though! to my eye sock!

Am done, feel sorry for all of ya Dilivery Boiz still!---

....Keep up the good job tho' ShortSports bound ill ur will!---

 

Notevengonnasignthissh*t!

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