The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Stone Fed

I stood out the front door to grab a smoke
shooting the breeze with the same ol' bloke
wishing I could take a few to hide a stroke
on my love tool.

It was hot, and it was still
Pacing around on the cigarette drill
Wondering if I have the time to kill
to drive away.

Fed up with the usual shit
From assholes who should take a hit
And get a clue just a little bit
or fuck off.

Well here I am on the pavement heat
Gonna waste away on my office seat
If I have to go back to the cubicle beat
and bend over.

I'm heading out the back door five
Had enough of this business jive
Forget the queen bee and her hive
Good night!
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