February 21, 2005
A President's Day poem
With federal workers still tucked in their beds
I've got visions of train delays stuck in my head
'cause while the unionized types are free for the day
I'll shower and shave and then earn my pay
The Metro is empty and the trains are spread out
That the whole world's against me there can be no doubt
There's nary a soul on the gray downtown streets
I should be at home, sampling yummy treats.
Oh why don't I quit my pedestrian job
And wait on some tables and feed tourist slobs
The stress would be cut, the exercise nice
It's my goddamn apartment, it comes at a price.
Posted by rj3 at February 21, 2005 11:48 AM
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After reading this great piece
It's time for me to cease
and desist my apathy
and head over to Bluestate DC
Posted by: Chris at February 22, 2005 12:58 PM