Friday, July 28, 2006

On your mother's I say a prayer...

Keep playing your games you vindictive, jealous bitches. Keep pushing. Keep pushing I love it I love you proving me right.
I pity you, because I'm not the one that's trapped you are. You have made Al. W. Martin your career. You are stuck there because food stamps will only pay for so much at the end of the day, and the babies need to be feed or they'll be taken away. Oh you're a real good example aren't you working your ass off (or rather watching people work for you) at a job that should be for college students working and saving. Good job making a career out of it. Good Job. Good job showing your babies how to screw the system and get shit for free. Teach them well mothers teach them to be worthless. Teach them to not have goals and follow in your footsteps. Bring up the next generation of underage mothers who can't keep tabs on their kids much less their multiple babies daddies.
It must really suck to be you trapped in that shit hole. I'm sure when you were growing up you had goals (or maybe not you had to learn to cheat the system from someone) bet you didn't think you'd be 3o something a grown assed woman and still be someone's bitch. You are Al W. Martin's bitches ladies.
You must envy us so bad you can't stand it. Us with our youth us with our goals and us with our freedom. Al W. Doesn't own us ladies so play your games since we're clearly all adults here. Treat us like shit for your mistakes. Talk behind our backs. Go ahead if I am so important that you're talking about me behind my back your life must really suck. Poor Poor you 5 kids and the daddies rund oft gotta feed the babies gotta keep working hard for minimum wage to buy your babies clothes. You are owned bitches. That's right OWNED. It must suck to feel that way. I pity you...
Here's where you fucked up not only am I a masochist, but I'm also free. I have potential you could never even begin to possess. Good job getting the GED ladies but it can only take you so far (as you clearly know by your career choice) But my potential is limitless. I can be anything I fucking want and you will never amount to anything. You will always be a barcode and a number ladies. That's unfortunate. I bet I will walk in that store 20 years from now and still see your broke asses there asking if it's debit or credit. I am only there temporarily you are going to be one of those 25 years plus. Good job moving up to a gold badge I'm sure that's a big achievement somewhere... Really.
AND I'm sorry if my youth, goals, race, lack of kids, or any other thing you can think of to hate me about offends you. Really I am... Really...
Keep pushing the people you clearly consider a threat away. I don't want your job bitch (and trust me if I did I would have already taken it by now) I want to make over 20,000 a year thanks. And I will.
It's really taken this to open my eyes and realize I'm not the one who's trapped after all. I'm still very much free and this job can fuck itself for all I care because I was looking for a job when I found it and I can always find another It's not worth me getting all worked up it's really not.
And don't worry I'm not going to stoop down to your level to battle when I've already won the war. Way to under achieve but I'm meant for something far better and it's a realistic goal for me. It's within my reach. It's something you will never, never be able to come close to. You will never feel this kind of freedom and that is my revenge. You will always be a slave to the system. So enjoy the rest of your life, I'm sure you have a bright future... Really.
There will come a day when I forget you and forget what you've done and forget why I cared. I will forget that I considered you friends forget that I thought I could trust you. I'll come through your line and you'll remember me smile like you were my friend all along and ask me debit or credit and I'll pay for my pack of fucking gum with a hundred dollar bill and tell you to keep the change because I'm sure you'll need it more than I ever will again.
Funny how life works... And to think I used to be such a nice girl...xx

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