Poem -

The Slob Who Won't Get A Job

This is a fictional poem.

The Slob Who Won't Get A Job

Some call him lazy and his wife calls him a jerk.
His wife is very angry because he will not work.
He won't get a job even though he's an able-bodied man.
Her husband refuses to get a job even though he can.
His wife is getting sick and tired of having to support him and their four kids.
She'd like to auction him off on ebay and she doesn't care how low people would bid.
He says that he can't work even though he has no disability.
His wife would get a divorce but she'd have to pay alimony.
She struggles to support her family and doesn't know where to turn.
An extra paycheck would come in handy but the bum will never learn.
He likes to sit on his ass and watch TV all day long while drinking his beer.
If the slob could be paid for that, he would earn a million bucks every year. 
When everything is said and done,
His wife is looking to buy a shotgun.
When he continues to refuse to get a job, his wife does not know what to do.
If you're a woman who will take him off her hands, she will be indebted to you.

 

Like 0 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.
Poem -

Polly

Dedicated to Polly Holliday (1937-2025) who died on September 9...

Polly

She starred as a waitress who was always jolly.
She was very talented and her name was Polly....

Poem -

John Brown's 55th...

Dedicated to John W. Brown (1970-2019) who died on June 3, 2019

John Brown's 55th Birthday

Today would've been his birthday but he didn't survive.
If John hadn't died, today he would've...

Poem -

My Wife Became A Carjacker

My Wife Became A Carjacker

My damn wife makes me so mad that I want to smack her.
She turned to crime after she chose to become...

Latest poems in Comedy

Poem -

Yours truly dwells within...

Yours truly dwells within an alien-nation,

where the grateful dead undergo cremation
corpse paid for courtesy the government,
but...

Poem -

Our refrigerator ought to...

Our refrigerator ought to be declared a Superfund site...

whereat the subsequent lines
lack any relation to the title
but like most every poetic...

Poem -

Mine mean Lothario days...

Mine mean Lothario days left me in a confused daze...

as if being a crash test dummy survivor
after a led zeppelin collided with yours truly,
a foo...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com