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Time For Pay-Off
You really push good old luck
My patience goes like a clock;
A livewire wants to explode
Rush of cusses now I shall load.
My pay is a low miser’s bag
While my job has a large tag,
Stingy, lazy boss, he’ll remain
And there's nothing left to gain
He laughs while time grows too late
Keeping me on my desk, ingrate!
My turn to annoy you, I will leave
Client’s plan ripped, would you believe!
I'm So Annoyed Contest Mary Oliver Rottman
Aug 2, 2015