The Little Engine Literally Couldn’t Even Either.
Apparently there is a movement among the young people of the world, particularly the high school aged ones that are having a hard time comprehending how they can even… Not sure what they can’t even…Is it that they have to walk uphill both ways to school? Or is that they have to get up at 5 am to deliver papers in 4 feet of snow every morning? Or that they have to milk the cows every morning and evening? Or is it that they have to work a full time job and go to school and have a huge list of chores when they get home? Or is it that their mortgage is behind, and their kids are crying because they don’t have any food or water? Or is really because the barista spelled their name “Sindea” Cindy on their coffee sleeve, or their favorite nail polish blushing berry red is out at Target and they can’t even go to Walmart to get it. (Actually, I don’t blame them for not wanting to go to Walmart.) Let’s just say it is Friday and I can’t even…
I can’t even…
…do the same old song and twerk.
It’s Friday and I can’t even…
…wait until lunch.
I can’t even…
…wait to go swimming.
I can’t even…
…get my own pizza.
I can’t even…
…eat those fries.
I can’t even…
…make a milkshake with only 2% milk.
I can’t even…
…stand the traffic today.
I can’t even…
…wait for this heart attack to happen.
I can’t even…
…jump today.
I can’t even…
…believe the volleyball is magnetized.
I can’t even…
…make a shot today.
I can’t even…
…win a game of dodge ball.
I can’t even…
…do this anymore.
I’m out.
ARRRRGGGHHHHHH
Bitter Can’t Even Ben