ODE TO THE WHITE MAN

 ODE TO THE WHITE MAN

He works all day at an office job, with a tyrant boss for not enough money.
His commute is an hour one way.
He’s in debt.
He realizes he’s just a rat in the race.
Every evening he comes home to bills he can’t pay, a messy house, a bitching wife who’s unappreciative and never fucks him.
His kids are spoiled.
He reflects on the dreams he once had and wonders where did they all go?
He wakes up early the next day to start the whole process again.
But today is different.
As he sits in his car and waits for it to warm up, he thinks to himself, “I’m not doing this anymore”.
He reaches under the seat and pulls out a revolver.
Without hesitation, he sticks the barrel in his mouth and blows all his troubles away.
I guess he won’t  be in his cubicle today.
Or…..
He wakes up early the next day to start the whole process again.
But today is different.
As he sits in his car and waits for it to warm up, he thinks to himself, “I’m not doing this anymore”.
He drives to his bank and withdraws what little money he has left in his account.
He then drives to the airport and purchases a one way ticket to Mexico.
Once in Mexico, he gets a job at a beach side bar.
He then proceeds to bang hot Mexican chic’s for the rest of his life.
I guess he won’t be taking out the trash today.
 
brazzoli 12/15/09