Letter Bomb

tired of being bossed around
getting the run around
sweep your floors
empty your trash
you’re the one who makes the cash
tired of being a pissant
open my letter
you won’t be alive
here’s a present just for you
when you’ll open it
you’ll be through
sit behind your desk
act like a king
treat me like a human beeing
give me the worst jobs
i’m getting mad
when you’re dead
i’ll be glad
here’s a present just for you
when you’ll open it
you’ll be through
plastic explosive
on your letter
you’d be better off dead
hope the building crumbles,
on your head
DIE! DIE!