Road Trash Lament

Road Trash Lament

A Poem by readybob

It has to be said
It must be seen
My a*s is red
My pockets green
Lot's of this country
I haven't seen
White line fever 
A tramp's disease
So, terminate foreman
If you please
There is a new job 
Breakin down the way
So being a tramp
I just cant stay
So if an R.O.F.
Would kindly pass
you can stick this job
Right up your a*s..



(this relates to my trade and not understanding to all, but i like it) 

© 2013 readybob


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Added on June 23, 2013
Last Updated on June 23, 2013

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readybob
readybob

Jacksonville, FL



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