Junkie Penguins

i got robbed by a junkie Penguin

he bailed me up after work

he was barely three feet tall you know

i feel like such a useless jerk

he got me at the bank machine

on the corner of Fifth and Main

i had a previous altercation there once before

so why did i go back again

maybe cause it was convenient

maybe cause it was close

didn’t give it a second thought

unitl with a gun in my back, i just froze

he laughed as he walked away

counting my hard earned cash

he kept his gun trained on me

for the prevention of anything rash

i just stood there partially numbed

from the shock of all that had transpired

i was supposed to be home right about now

but i’m broke i'm depressed and i'm tired

a cold icy chill blew straight through me

as i thought; Penguin you’ll get yours

but not until you’ve done all my dough

on liquor and drugs and whores

and so this woeful tale of mine is almost at an end

and now it’s my turn to boast

that thieving fish breathed flipper fingered fuck

spent all my cash on smack and overdosed