Twas a Day at the Junk Yard


TWAS A DAY AT THE JUNK YARD

TWAS A DAY AT THE JUNK YARD, AND ALL THROUGH WORK,
PEOPLE WERE SHOUTING AND BEING A JERK
THE OFFICE WAS FULL, GUYS WAITING ON PARTS
DIRTY OLD MEN, SMELLING LIKE FARTS
SOME OF THEM WAIT, CAUSE THEY DON’T HAVE A LIFE
SOME OF THEM WAIT JUST AVOIDING THERE WIFE
THE PHONES KEEP ON RINGING, AND WOULD NOT QUIT
COMPLAINING OF PARTS THAT ARE BROKEN & PARTS THAT DONT FIT
ANNOYED AND CONFUSED, EACH STAFF MEMBER STRESSED
FROM IDIOT CUSTOMERS, AND THERE RIDICOUCLOUS REQUESTS
"DO YOU HAVE A MOTOR FOR MY 72 TRUCK?"
"SIR, THAT’S 45 YEARS OLD, SORRY NO LUCK!"
GLADYS ON HER HEADSET, READY TO SNAP
SHE SITS NEXT TO THE BATHROOM SMELLING EVERYONES CRAP
NANCY IN HER OFFICE, LISTENS TO ALLEN COMPLAIN
I GUESS WE KNOW HOW HE GOT THE NAME PAIN
ANNETTE RUNS AROUND IN SEARCH OF A QUOTE
MUST HAVE LOST IT WHILE TALKING ABOUT GOATS
WHILE IN THE BACK BRAD SCREAMS AND HE SHOUTS
MAD CAUSE THE COPIER WONT SPIT HIS DAMN PAPERS OUT
AND WHERE IS SHAWN AT, WHO ONLY KNOWS
MUST BE IN THE FRONT FILMING A SHOW
WORK OUT OF HIM, WELL THAT BE ABSURD
HE'S A CELEBRITY NOW, HAVENT YOU HEARD?
BRIAN PULLS PARTS, WELL MAYBE HE ISNT
I THINK I JUST SEEN HIM GET HAULED OFF TO PRISON
NERISSA SPENDS ALL DAY WEIGHING IN SHRED
WHILE VISIONS OF JOHNNY DEPP, DANCE THROUGH HER HEAD
THE GUYS ON THE SCALE, ALWAYS TRYING TO CHEAT
THERE CARS FILLED WITH WATER & BLOCKS OF CONCRETE
STOLLEN ROAD SIGNS AND RAILROAD TRACK
"THAT CANT BE YOURS, WHERES YOUR TRAIN AT??"
THERE GOES JEFFREY UP TO THE HILL
BITCHING ABOUT SCRAPPERS WHO HE'D LIKE TO KILL
WHO HAS IT THE WORST IS OBVIOUSLY JOSH
YOU WORK WITH YOUR WIFE, AND HER DAD IS THE BOSS
JAMES IN THE WAREHOUSE, THROUGH THE JUNK HE SIFTS
IN SEARCH OF HIS WIFES BIRTHDAY GIFT
BUT HOW CAN YOU BLAME THIS POOR MAN
AFTER ALL HE IS A COWBOYS FAN
AS THE MADNESS CONTINUES, OUR ANGER GREW
LUCKY FOR US THE DAYS ALMOST THROUGH
BUT JUST AS IT ALL, WAS ABOUT TO END
IN WALKS THE BOSS WITH THAT SHITY ASS GRIN
ONE BY ONE HE CALLED FOR HIS STAFF
"COME TO THE OFFICE" WE SAID WITH A LAUGH
"COME DENNY, COME ALBERT, COME MARK, & COME TIM
COME SHANNON, & SCOTT & COME BENJAMIN.
"FELLAS I JUST HAVE ONE THING TO SAY"
"GO AHEAD HOME, GIRLS, YOU MUST STAY"
"WHAT?" WE ALL SAID, "YOUR NOT LETTING US LEAVE
"BUT DAN, YOU DO KNOW THAT TODAY IS CHRISTMAS EVE"
"OH ITS CHRISTMAS EVE, YOU SAY, "
"DOESN’T MATTER TO ME, ITS JUST ANOTHER DAY"
"I'M SORRY LADIES, BUT THERES NO TIME FOR FUN"
"THERE'S TOO MUCH WORK THAT NEEDS DONE"
AS THE DAY TURNS TO NIGHT, NONE OF US REST
HE GIVES US ALL PILLOWS TO SLEEP ON OUR DESK
WITH A FINEAL ATTEMPT WE BEG "PLEASE LET US GO"
HE THOUGHT FOR A SECOND, BUT TURNED & SAID "NO"
IT DIDN’T MATTER TO HIM HOW MUCH WE WINED & FUSSED
HE SAID WE STILL OWE HIM, FOR THE RIB THAT HE GAVE US.

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