More Limits On The Sky
The bus driver wants more limits on the sky but no barricades on the rocket ships because the rocket ships can turn around towards the house. No need to send Lockheed Martin down here, they’ll burn everything from the cabinet to the potato rolls that is in there. They got cameras in the busses now, it’s nothing like the old days in the old county. I used to be able to park the bus at the garage and sleep in there rent free, only leave to go wee. It’s like the mafia runs this now, a crowbar knocking the windows just ready the pry open the door for a left behind kid. More limits on the sky is all that is asked for, I wanna retire already but no one wants to take my place. These teens and young adults are getting ahead of themselves, they wanna work jobs that i’ve never heard of until they mentioned it. Every career field has the backbone of the operations and they gravitate towards the cake decorator equivalent of the job. When you start high, you crash hard down below. We got depressed quarterbacks and historians working the gas station now. They letting the druggies clogg the toilet, they supposed to scare them away. If the truck man can’t sit in peace then that’s a bridge burned. You burned the bridge to america’s backbone by not scaring the cloggers away. The darn company shirt makers are kids that dodged the trades, you’ll never learn to bargain when you dodge the trades. My shirts look the same as the city bus workers, I outta rip them a new one. My buddy made bootlegs for his adult softball team and you can’t actually get sued for the logo. The social media supervisor’s manager flew too close to the sun, got burned out and had their nipples chewed out. I’m putting my foot down, i’m making an announcement the next time they make me take these simpletons to a field trip. I gotta get out of this bus when the kids get off at the school and go into the teacher’s lounge. Wring them by the hair and tie for letting these kids know that they can be anything. The sky failed them, the sky fell. Yeah yeah, the old guy is yelling at the sky but the sky ain’t fell on me. My head is not in the clouds, if it was then i’d still be a mechanic and the best in town. I’m not trying to be mr border patrol with limitations, just add some powerlines for when the sky falls and let’s get a sense of things. It should be the other way around, you can be whatever you want out of this list of categories that keeps the world running. Let the old people do what they want, I don’t think the people nearing retirement know that they are free. They have been told to ride this ride till it won’t no more, no ride does that. If a simpleton dies from a ride in the fair, they tear that ride down so no one else would. Let those old people fail and take notes to why it occurred. I’d like how well these ripe whippersnappers think they could sell signs and bake cookies. A couple of these are animals from the old days in the old county in the old country, segregation might comeback in the form of a cookie shop in Jacksonville. They won’t sell much but the landlord knows it’s their dying wish.