Wednesday Morning:

Everybody is on cranky patrol today,
in case somebody might be in a pleasant mood.
“Good morning” is not the thing to say.
And if good attitude is imbued?
“God damn it! Not today!”
Smiles are out, it’s understood.
Prisoners taken? No! No way!
Where does anybody get off feeling good?
There is mother . . . fucking . . . hell to pay!
Nobody, and I do mean nobody, should
have a nice day!
So shut it up if you would
have a good word to say.
They’ll find your carcass in the wood
if you don’t watch your step today.

Geez Louise.
. . .