Staring at the tile floor
Anxious to employ the door
Work is such a f@*#ing bore
Don’t believe your dues are paid
The shrew will make sure all you made
Is one more faulty escapade
You labor to find just one thing
To lessen the abysmal sting
Of clanking chains that ever cling
Always do the best you can
Even if (for a span)
What you want is not God’s plan.
Are You Reading Me?
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