Tennessee Fried Poetry

A comprehensive tour of the mind of a burnt out feller living in Tennessee as seen through his poetry.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Screw Me (I'll Screw You)

I worked hard for you.
Put up the boxes for you.
Dropped sweat from my body,
And it was all just for you
And that paycheck.
Then, you decided to screw me,
And what did I have to say?
You screw me, well, baby,
I'll screw you back.

I may be just a poor ol' boy
From the country a-workin' for a livin',
And you may be just a rich 'un
From the city, just a-sittin',
But I don't put up with bullshit,
Not from anyone, not even you.
You screw me, well, baby,
I'll screw you back.

I sacrifice my life and time
That I could spend with my family
All because I want to give them the world.
I work for you because
You're a means to an end,
Despite the fact that you screw me,
But I need the money,
And I guess that's why
I've taken it hard.
Just remember this, boss lady,
That I never forget the past.
You screw me, well, baby,
I'll screw you back.

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