sorry worker

you were an ass and i tried to give you love
you tried to get things your way but i had other things to do in other ways
then you got mad and sad
you sorry worker
i'm like you sometimes
and maybe that's why i find you
out of happiness and pissed
i try to fight it
but out of my mouth sometimes can only come a giant

fuck you

and i feel much better













(my position is strange. my age is strange. i call certain shots, but i don't want anyone shot. at the end of the night i'll have a shot. when people get happy it can get thrown at me. when people get angry it always gets thrown at me. but sometimes people won't say it. i watch them. i feel it brewing. i want to grab them by the shirt and tell them to fuck off. that it isnt about them. but then again. it's about someone. always someone has it. this is where we are. in the money machine, in the system, and you can't be a great benevolent manager. you can do your best but you're gonna piss people off sometimes. you're gonna make them hate you. but i can live with that. i find it hard sometimes because i want people to like me, but that's just some weirdness in me that wants people to be happy. maybe trying to avoid conflict, to avoid anger, to keep things cool, to keep things in control...but who knows? i do know now, i really KNOW, that you're always going to piss people off. and some people are just bastards. but they're all just going through their own shit. but maybe they can suck it up and have some respect. and blah blahblah)