Untitled ("It is so bad")
By Jack Joseph Smith
It is so bad
That it is alot less than that
Don't get me wrong
the love there hand cut chicken
It is hard to find snobs
in a hollar
I'm down ago, at the grocery,
approximently eight day in full
I think it is only the third time
they asked me about getting skinny
They have no sence of humor
I fight for my living
And I never need a chain on
big dog
cause he don't even try
Sometimes the Sun dosen't come up
and sometimes it dosen't go down
It dosen't treat you special
It treats you like its own