Lines to a hesitant rain cloud, by Tim Train

You're moping about on the job, 
Not ready to yet have a sob - 
Enough with the wishy washy, 
Make with the plishy ploshy! 
You mopey no hopey old slob. 

My patience is totally blasted, 
And I only rain dance when I'm plastered - 
So don't say arrr fuck it, 
But come down like a bucket - 
I don't want to get naked, ya bastard. 


- Tim Train 

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