Donald Trump Donald Tramp living in a men's shelter, Wonder bag shoes and singing Helter Skelter. He asks for a dollar, you know what its for. Bottle after bottle he'll always need more. He's no less important than a working class stiff, he drinks a lot of liquor but he don't drink piss.
There are lots of hobos in the small mountain town that I live in. My daily drive to work shows off a diverse group of instrument carrying and bike riding bums. Aside from the fact that they are all really filthy, those vagrants share another common feature. They all dress as if it is fucking 30 below zero. These stinky fellows are all decked out in winter gear; hats, gloves, snow pants, scarf's, and jackets. Granted it gets kinda cold at night here, around 50 degrees or so, but to me that is still tee-shirt weather. Perhaps my cold heart does not enable me to understand the dress of the hobo, but I still think it's a little odd.
Thus I have decided to slay each and every shit smelling waste of space bum that I come across. I am getting tired of this one icky old bitch vagrant. She hangs out by the major intersection near my work. Every single time I drive past that witch she yells at me that I am a bad driver. I only ever see her yell at me. Soon I plan to drive by and light her on fire. What a joy it would be to watch her greasy face melt into her winter jacket. Johnny Rayall, who do you think you are!
"Workin' nine to five, what a way to make a livin', Barely getting' by, blah blah blah It can drive you crazy of you let it."
Why, if so many people hate their jobs, do they still work them? No one understands how much control they have over their life. It is just a fucking job; there are millions of them out there. Quit it and find a new one. You need the money right? Find a job that you like to do, I bet they will pay you money there as well. Cannot achieve that job because your education doesn't allow it? Too fucking bad then you moronic piece of shit, maybe you should have gone off to college. Stop fucking complaining!
This might be slightly hypocritical of me, because of the fact that I do hate my job too. But, unlike all my bitchy 40 something coworkers, I do the most half-assed effort possible. They slave and slave for what? Nothing! Harder work brings no praise, it brings no raise, it brings no days away from the haze of this life in a rat maze. ...word... From the three jobs that I have worked in my short life, I have found that it is impossible to get fired. As long as you keep your cool and be polite when spoken to, no one will fire you. Thus I get paid $7.50 an hour to hide and do nothing when no one is looking. What is sad is that people notice the fact that I do a really shitty job, yet they care too much about offending me. They will try and be nice about it, but their pathetic attitudes will never have any effect on me.
When I drive to and from work, the thought of spinning the wheel and crashing my car into the river is a daily thought. I wouldn't do it because I want to kill myself, and I would not do it so I could miss work. I instead I would do it because I can. Next time your driving think about this; at any given moment, with just a slight turn of the wheel, you have the power to end your life, as well as the lives of many others.
The desire to murder somebody has been boiling inside of me for the past 18 years. Wouldn't it be cool to smash into some old lady with your car? Watch her yell out in her old bitch language and then bleed to death from her head. Well I think it would be the highlight of my existence. Sweet-sassy-molassey!