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Resignation-Oh Boss

My pride stands untouched by money Oh! my boss I don`t want to sound funny Stains of greed can`t undermine my passion Its my style, my ultimate fashion. Can`t afford to be a slave for few bills and rents Can`t undermine my freedom for few dollars and cents No need of a bungalow at your mercy To earn a quarter more with a stupid controversy. I love to work and hate to be a slave It will be my attitude till my solitary grave I need a life where I have wings to be free I stand adamant like a firm tree I don`t need a Porsche or a Rolls Royce Like a golden caged bird Oh! my boss My freedom is something that you can`t rob Oh! boss I don`t need your job.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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