Times Over The Fake God gloated and said 'Hey mate I win this round and for good' He nodded and replied yes you win here But not for good tho I'll accept the NTE No disputes as numbers don't lie Yes boss I know I failed in sales Do what you will transfer or fire me I'll transfer you to collections Brian went on to say why did you Follow me four times over Asia? I worked in Bangkok and Manila In Pattaya and San Fernando You stalked me the same companies I'd get it if we were pals You're a fair boss but not my friend Excellent at sales better than me Yet you scammed one time and was Booted out on the B2B account I went to Bankgok you followed me! Brought your Wallflower along It's fine I ignored you both and now I listen to your whys on my sales I'm not as good as you tho did ok boss I did my best and that's fine for me Now you transfer me to collections Normally that would be fine It's not now and I'll tell you why Fake God looked surprised He was to the point My Time in Asia and the BPO is over I'm off back to Germany and elsewhere Thanx for the B2B experiences No more calls I'm outa here Have a nice life boss!
Know that I know Failure is unstoppable The situation is never unlosable Trust me, I'm already the biggest loser you know How did I get over here? Where do I go from there? I don't know How deep can shallow go? That's probably something you should know Terminal velocity, terminal illness, hospitality's critical There's only so fast ****'ll flow Don't you worry though I'll find the lowest low Thee frequency is what's incredible Watch me make the possible impossible The predictable shockingly unpredictable Knowing is half the battle A cartoon told me so Still waiting for it to help slow the fall though
It seems so easy Something we can do endlessly But in truth while air can get into my lungs Like at times words don't form from our tonuges Sometimes even if we drink from Lethe Air escapes and we can't seem to breathe Especially in times we can't seem to function And can't reach our intuition
It seems so easy Like we can do it tirelessly But even in times so fine The air escapes these lungs of mine Even with the sun we can find Troubles never truly leave the mind Sores never disappear completely So in something that seems to easy We just can't at times Even with the luck of 7 dimes Just simply in a state of seethe Its hard to breathe
