Propane
I want to punch you in the face when you ask me about Propane
I work for Asset Protection, not in Garden Center, so fuck you and your Propane
I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die, with your Propane
When you bring the propane tank inside, I give a look as cold as ice with your Propane
It's a fire hazzard, you stupid fucking bastard, it's Propane
I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die with your Propane
I work for Asset Protection, I'm not here for you and your Propane
I don't care about your grill, it's you I want to kill with your Propane
I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die with your Propane
Go to the front end because I want you dead with your Propane
It's just a fucking pain, every single day when you are asking me about Propane
I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die with your Propane
I don't care about your gas, your propane in the ass, I'm so sick of you and your Propane
I don't have the key so please stop bothering me about your Propane
I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die with your Propane
Go to a front end team lead because they have the key for your Propane
I work for Asset Protection, so I am not messing around with your Propane
I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die with your Propane
When I see the Blue Rhino Truck, I say Oh fuck, they are delivering more Propane
We got sixty six tanks of gas, sixty six pains in the ass of Propane
I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die with your Propane
I need you to stay by the propane cage, so get out of my face with your Propane
You drive me up the wall, when you keep asking me to call about your Propane
I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die with your Propane
I am going to have a nervous breakdown, dealing with these clowns and their Propane
They never give me a moments peace, when they keep bothering me about their Propane
I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die with your Propane
It's now self serve but it's still more trouble than it's worth because it's Propane
When you can't get the kiosk to work, you will still act like a fucking jerk over your Propane
I want you to die, I want you to die, I want you to die with your Propane
From Dying On The Inside
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Highly personal workplace frustration; minimal abstraction or philosophical inquiry.
Extremely dense repetition of same refrain; rapid-fire complaint ideas stacked throughout.
Intensely negative; repeated death wishes, profanity, contempt throughout.
Explosive language, profanity, aggressive repetition, violent imagery sustained throughout.
Approximately 33 lines; exceeds 61-line threshold when full text counted.
Some simile (cold as ice), personification of propane, but mostly declarative anger.
Pure lyric internal monologue; first-person emotional outpouring, no narrative or dramatic distance.
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