Randall Owens

As I sit here on pallets in the back of this store
I have to wonder if I sleep will I start to snore.
It looks like I will have plenty of time for a nap
Cause this guy unloading is like a bad speed trap.

I am so frustrated that I can hardly even write
I hope this is not a sign of my entire night.
I did not know a power jack could move so slow
I hope I can leave here before the first snow.

This guy unloading I've not seen before
but I think maybe he should work the front door.
At least for that job you need not be smart
you only have to say welcome to Walmart.

Here I sit on a hot sunny day in August 2008
looking at my life and thinking isn't this great.
Sometimes it seems like it was only yesterday
that it was 1983 on a similar day late in May.

That was when I graduated High School
full of young energy and way to cool.
I was only 18 and from a very small class
ready to tackle the world and kick some ass.

Now here I sit and 25 years have gone past
thinking of my life and how it has gone so fast.
I often now wonder of some choices I've made
how different would it be if in College I'd stayed?

If you don't know by now I'll tell you it's true
I work for a company called the Big Blue Screw.
When I first started there I knew it would be tough
but I think that I may have finally had enough.

They told me don't worry it will all be OK
but like it or not we are cutting your pay.
They said don't do anything foolish or rash
we are only taking about 1/3 of your cash.

I find it strange that those who say it will be OK
are the ones who stand to gain the most from my pay.
The worst part is that they have no real reason
My guess is that it is just the screw you season.

Here it is now already the 4th of July
Yet I am working, I'll never know why
As I stand here between two pallets of beer
I stand and I wonder why am I here

I stand and I watch and I pull another sticker
I stand and I wish they would move a ltttle quicker
I stand here and write down my thoughts
As I wonder why my stomach is in knots

Maybe it is because I have not ate
I think now of food as I stand and wait
I think of burgers, dogs, and apple pie
Why I'm working today I still don't know why

To work on holidays I guess there is a need

Just a little something I have thought of doing for a while. I have come up with my own lyrics to Baba O'riley by the Who. These have been inspired by my trips to certain unnamed Walmart stores. I have included what I believe to be the correct lyrics as well for comparison. If only I could sing I would put these to the music as well.
Original:

Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight, to prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
Don't cry, don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally, take my hand

I may change this as my life is always full of change but here is a quick quip about my life as seen by me.

Once in a while I think about this journey we call life
Would things have been easier if I learned to play a fife?
Thus far in the journey many things have been done.
though it has never been easy it has often been fun.

Would it have been easier if I had not lost my brother?
I know it would have been for my sick mother.
Both so young to be gone and to never come back.
If they were not gone would I have ever smoked crack?

Does anybody know why we make nearly as big a deal now for Cinco de Mayo as we do for Independance day? Do you know when Independance day is if I do not use the date when I say it? Do you know that it is more than a movie? Just a few questions I felt like asking today.

When I got back to the DC this morning
I talked to dispatch without warning
Very much to my surprise
I was not fed a pack of lies

I was not given really good answers
but nor was I treated like I was cancer
Surely now they know of my dismay
and maybe more fairly they will play

Cause to me it just don't seem right
to be the last guy to leave out every night
So now I guess I let some time pass
and see if need to kick someone's ass

Here at the DC I sit and wait
left the house to come here about eight
If not ready soon is my load
it will be hard for me not to explode

It probably won't be ready till after midnight
now to me this just don't seem right
The way things here run somtimes I wonder
how the people who plan it are not six feet under

But for now I must just maintain control
sitting and waiting till it's time to roll
They tell me that sometimes it just happens this way
if it were only sometimes it would probably be ok

So now I just keep looking to find a new job

While I am driving and delivering groceries I sometimes have a little extra time and spend it writing silly rhymes, not really poetry but whatever. I have changed the town names and any peoples names as I do not want to upset anybody.

Somewhereville again tonight
not really much time to write
I guess that will be alright
it should make for a good night

Uh Oh maybe I spoke to soon
I hope myself I did not doom
Both have now gone from this room
The manager, and the one who looks like a loon

Oh good back again both have arrived
keep this up and this night I will survive