Gender: Male Location: Kicking pigs out of the screen.
I was once in a cell, under a lock
I got the guard, gave him a sock
I had to get out
where to, I had to escape
I needed to leave before it was too late
so I thought real fast, I was a quick schemer
I headed to the room with the washers and cleaners
within in a few hours it was nice and quiet
snuck on out, to avoid causing a riot
met a man, his name was cain
he said if I helped him, my reward wouldn't be in vain
so I took the keys and let him out
thinking he would help me without doubt
I looked again, and saw his face
he cheated with my wife, and took her out for a date
as much as I wanted to escape, I couldn't regret
what he did, and why I was so upset
a fight ensued,out in the parking lot
a sniper hurriedly located the spot
seeing this as opportunity, I pushed him at the light
a bullet was shot, thus ending the fight
I had to escape, and get out quick
To do this well, I had to be slick
Jumped on the bike I raced for freedom
The cops gave chase, I said "shit who needs them"
So i parked my bike, and went for a swim
the dogs came after, not going out on a limb
came back up, where was I then
back in the cell a result of my sin
how did I get there do you ask
the fight with my wife, about cain that cracked
Gender: Male Location: Kicking pigs out of the screen.
That boy....
A young man wanted to make money, to be rich.
At first he took it too literally, and attempted to actually make money, and his father caught him, before he and his friends got in trouble.
He asked his son," what were you thinking, why would you want to do something like that?"
The son replied," I want to be successful in life to make money.
His father was taken aback but amused at the same time, "son, you really want to make money?"
His son said, "yes, I wish to do so, I wish to make money,"
His father told him," well a friend of mine, owns a company, he can teach you how."
So his son started working for his fathers friend. The job was intense work, cleaning out machines, lifting heavy loads, and what the boy hated most, having to wait last in line to eat. To top it off he was paid 3 pennies a week.
About a month thereafter, the boy became furious, he simply couldn't withstand it anymore. He went and confronted his fathers friend.
" You lied to me!!" said the young man.
" What do you mean?" said the boss of the job, calmly sitting behind his desk.
" You are a child abuser, and a very bad man!!", said the young boy, with tears streaming down his face, unable to look the man in the eyes.
" What have I ever done to you?", replied the boss, still calm.
" You told me you were going to teach me how to make money!!", yelled the boy. He was quite unused to yelling at adults.
" I've done nothing but try to instill how to teach you how to make money.", replied the boss.
" You've done the opposite, you haven't given ANY lessons. Instead you make me work here for 3 cents a week!!", screamed the little boy, letting that anger come to life.
"Its the same I pay my other people starting off.", replied the old man, now seeming frustrated.
"I don't see how ANYONE works for you!!", replied the boy.
" Neither do I, neither do I", said the boss, hoping his message was sinking in...
" What do you mean?" asked the young man, thrown back.
" You aren't the first person to complain, many others have expressed their dissatisfaction and frustration with this occupation. What do you suppose they do?", ask the boss.
" If I were them, I would quit" said the boy, more confident than ever.
" Yes, some of them quit. But do what? Many of them go on to other jobs, and are dissatisfied there. Others bite their teeth and work here, not doing anything else.", explained the boss.
" Thats because you are a cheater, and a fraud", said the boy, now feeling a little admittedly guilty.
" Why is that, I pay them, they choose to work, your father asked me to teach you how to make more money.", explained the boss.
" You should be paying them more", said they boy.
" Why should I? They choose to work here, only a few show real potential, most just want a check to go home to, I'm giving them what they put out.", said the boss.
"Why are you any different than them, would you like to be treated the same way?, chided the young man, soon to learn his lesson.
"No, I'm proud to say I'm glad I was treated like that, unlike them, I wanted something, I worked for it, I didn't accept anything. I kept going at it, until I got where I wanted to get, I've been doing you the same way.", said the old man.
" oh" , sighed the young man, dumbfouned.
" Now to want more, we have to want more...., said the old man, finishing his discussion. "Now I'll let you go now, I can't have workers fighting with me", laughed the old man.
The kid held his head up high that day, learning something new, that the possibilites were endless.