Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Twas a stormy morning this fateful day

Twas a snowy morning on this fateful day
When the mighty Charter demanded their pay

Into the car I quickly did sped,
For if late for work, I would be red

Upon this road, I did go along
Rocking out to my favorite song,

Up ahead I slowed to a halt
and felt nothing at fault

The van ahead wanted to turn,
and my bill I wanted to return

Then suddenly this fucking truck smashed me from behind
Confusion and stars soon entered my mind

With vision cleared I saw it was a Charter truck
so what I have to say is what the fuck




*inspired from a true event*





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