Spilt Milk
It takes humility to mop up on your knees
My last boss said I should lay down doughFor some kneepads; I said maybe I should lawyer up, everybody’sSuch a comedian. But that’s spilt milk, Nobody’s crying. And I don’t needNo kneepads anyway. I don’t complain.Not that I’m a faultfinderMiss, oh no. You wouldn’t guess how I strip you with my eyes, neither.So equitable you are, Elizabeth,Missus, Miss, Mistress,Bitch: what’ll I call you When I get you where I will?Occupy...