This job get`s so borin` I`m snorin from time to time,
I need to escape & create, so it`s time to write a rhyme.
It`s a crime my prime is wasted operatin`press machines
But, I`m alright, in life`s strife, there`s more depressin things
The murder that aggression brings, destroys local families
And murder`s cat, but, worse than that, there`s global tragedies,
Coastal casualties & total fatalities on a biblical scale
Critics and cynics prevail, on the news we view the typical tales
From media slease, famine, death, disease, destruction
Greed is function as they gain from the pain n breed dysfunction,
On the surface they provide a service to serve us information
We`re info nympho`s and now with the net, there`s no limitation
If you`re lookin for fun / happy stuff or some stupid brutal shit
There`s nothing too putrid that you can`t yahoo or google it
Wedding or funeral pics, humourous vids or Chuck Norris facts,
Or if you`re prone to porn, the internet truck`s got it stacked.
Fuck, what is that?!! That`s a shemale, I`ll spare the sordid details
It`s sick aas fuck, a dick thats stuck 1 nip n tuck short of female
Assorted e-mails, some friends and fam, most spam for deletion
Gotta go now break time, say bye Fordie and thanks for preachin.