Work long hours at the grocery store
Don't get to relax
Do my best and they want more
And they take it out in tax
It's my very own hard luck story
One just like the rest
Everyone's got a hard luck story
To get off of their chest
The brand new shirt I bought just tore
Now I'll have to sew it
I can't save so I get poor
Wish I didn't have to show it
It's my very own hard luck story
One just like the rest
Everyone's got a hard luck story
To get off of their chest
My head's stuffed with a permanent cold
Take antihistamine
My hard luck story must be told
To keep my conscience clean
It's my very own hard luck story
One just like the rest
Everyone's got a hard luck story
To get off of their chest
The way I tell my hard luck story
I'm fit to be tied
All guts and brains, no glory
Are you satisfied?
It's my very own hard luck story
One just like the rest
Everyone's got a hard luck story
To get off of their chest
by Royce Waxenfelter
11/23/89 (Thanksgiving)
This is the place for me to post all of my thoughts I've written down over the years. On these pages you'll find stories, poems, and songs about love, spirituality, nonsensical meanderings, and thoughtful ponderings. These are my past and present innermost thoughts, so be prepared to enter the mind-field of Royce Waxenfelter.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
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