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For the Sonic Waitress Who Wished Me a Blessed Day
and Stole My Change
I was just passing through
You didn’t know me; I didn’t know you
But I should have known you’d steal from me
When you told me to Have a Blessed Day
You never came back with the change
And that is sad. We have come to accept the lies
Of praychurs, presidents, and prime ministers
But one expects better of Sonic waitresses
And you told me to have a blessed day
So you’re 40 cents to the bad, that’s true
But I’ve got the dollar I was going to tip you
And, hey, y’all have a blessed day, y’hear?
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