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I Need A Job


Money, it comes and goes I should work at a bakery cause I knead a little dough I have 25 friends in the alphabet who’d lend me some cash if I just say hi It’s not 26 though cause I don’t know Y I’d ask my buddy Justin Case cause he’s always got my back But his girlfriend Gale is force that will blow you some flak So I asked my friend Sarah Tonin cause she’s always so happy and well She asked me if the name Pavlov rang a bell Work at his auto shop, but you see I can’t change oil I guess that makes me kind of a dipstick, looks like I’m stuck in turmoil Maybe I’ll just fall on a wet floor somewhere so I can sue But every time I do my mind just slips into adieu Maybe I should become atheist they don’t need any cash After are they are a non-prophet organization but that sounds a little rash
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DevinTryan
Word Play is my thing so I figured why not incorporate it in a poem, theres about 10 different word plays in the poem.

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