Three cans of monsters, a packet of rice cakes with hummus and strawberry lances later

 
I. am. pissed. the. fuck.off

because some
dickweed always
has an answer
to everything,

thinks they
know the answer

to. absolutely.
every. pissing. thing.
that's happening in
this damn place,

if you looked at him
you'd believe he's
still wet from the
fucking womb

he acts like it too

usually when
everything he's
suggested goes
in the opposite
direction and
gets served
the blame

and rightly so.


He always throws
some little hissy
fucking fit if
asked to do
mundane shit

talks to everyone
like he's back in
his shack of a
yard, oh you
picked the
wrong kind
of cat on
that one

he asked

why can't she
do it instead?

I said

....... urmmmm
 
maybe cause
i'm fixing this
shitshow of a
chimps party

you created
in the first
place you
one cell
brained
moron,

he said

well I didn't
think it would
take that long
to fix did I?

maybe you
should hurry
up about it,

I marched
straight up
to his nappy
riddled arse

poured what
was left of
my monster
can over his
dumb-head

proceeded
by saying

thanks for making
me waste my drink,
never utter words
in my direction
on shifts with
me again

and get the
fuck out of
my way

before I pour
more than sticky
monster over your
shit haircut you
claim to be a
barbers fade,

he had it coming
anyway, nobody
likes a kiss arse
with puppy eyes

whining about
why they don't
have everything
given to them

it's called
earning it
you utter
flap job,

now I will have
to work off those
ricecakes, that
hummus and
strawberry
lances

cause dudes
like you make
Percy Whetmore
look like a dream
to work with.