This was posted over 18 years ago; my opinions, thoughts, attitude, and writing style may have evolved since then, and this post might have been different if it were to be posted today.
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man’s made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that’s weak and a back that’s strong
You load sixteen tons, and whattaya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter don’cha call me, cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
my back hurts so much so that i called out of work today. i don’t owe nothin’ to my company store.
ow ow ow… i don’t think two back-to-back 4-hour-long car rides did it any favors since it was already hurting wednesday. i don’t even know what i did to it to get it to hurt in the first place! if i stand, then it’s no problem. can’t do my work standing, though. time for tylenol!