Fuck  work

fuck this job,    
and my boss named bob    
hes making ill    
hes making me want to kill    
I want to see him chock on his food    
he only fucks with me when I'm not in the mood    
day in and day out all this windbag does is shout    
I truly have no clue why he has singled me out    
fuck you bob    
your a fat slob    
rolls hanging over your chair    
and whats that in your ears? hair?    
waiting for my break    
seriously this is about as much bullshit i can take    
from 9 to 6 he cracks the whip    
I'm so fucking ready to jump ship    
I don't know how i put up with this shit    
its high time I fucking quit    
but then bob would feel like he won    
but what bob does not know is that I'm fucking his son    
we've done it in his chair and on his desk    
I turn his photo around before we commence its quite grotesque    
 bob as you act like a fool    
all day long I make your son drool    
every time you yell    
it makes me fuck your son like hell    
yes your poor boy is pussy whipped    
over the chick you have nicknamed dip shit    
so all in all bob I win and I shall smile as you scream    
and all the while I'm the reason for your sons wet dreams!!!!!