Karma

the sum of a person’s actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existence. (Informal) destiny or fate, following as effect from cause. (M’ers) You do something mean, well mean will get’cha back.

 

There I sat waitin’ on my steak and tater,
Just me, the lowly “ride coordinator”.
But there was some skull-duggery been takin’ place,
Seems my grub wasn’t even in the place.

Well it looks like jealousy had reared it’s head,
Cause I’m normally the first to be fed.
Soon I realized there was a plot at hand,
And I knew eventually someone would make a stand.

Sure enough that woman came to the front,
They bragged how they got me and for their joke I was the brunt.
33 of em’ had planned, schemed and gathered money,
Took the entire group just to make one funny.

Soon they all craw fished and backwards they ran,
Wasn’t me, it was them, no it was her, no it was him.
Some guys squealed like 9 year old school girls and blamed their own   mates,
I knew that night between these couples there wouldn’t be many dates.

But back to Sylvia, she was left standing her ground,
And Karma was lurking and looking around.
Sure nuff on our way home her scooter layed down,
And left it’s blood all over the ground.

Sylvia, your sisters threw you under the bus,
And there you stood and didn’t make a fuss.
But there’s a lesson here you all need to know,
Listen closely and I’ll talk real slow.

You’ll all get it back sooner or later,
Whenever you mess with the “Ride Coordinator”.