Cool and breezy
My hands all greasy
Fixing my car, alright
Been busy since last night
A lot tired today
More work, what can I say
Worst of all this rain
Just had to pour again
I rather use my brain
Then to cause myself pain
I'll just call on a mechanic
So to fix my car without panic
All this greasy smell
Oh, **** this hell
I'll just let the experts handle
While I light a candle
Power just had to go off
And I hate this irritating cough
Am writing about my neighbor
Who was working alone, no labor
He was muttering and complaining
While talking to mechanic and explaining
Poor guy, gave me a theme to write
I wish his car gets fixed by tonight...
©sim
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 12:27 AM UTC
Cool and breezy
My hands all greasy
Fixing my car, alright
Been busy since last night
A lot tired today
More work, what can I say
Worst of all this rain
Just had to pour again
I rather use my brain
Then to cause myself pain
I'll just call on a mechanic
So to fix my car without panic
All this greasy smell
Oh, **** this hell
I'll just let the experts handle
While I light a candle
Power just had to go off
And I hate this irritating cough
Am writing about my neighbor
Who was working alone, no labor
He was muttering and complaining
While talking to mechanic and explaining
Poor guy, gave me a theme to write
I wish his car gets fixed by tonight...
©sim
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