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103

Temperature's hovering at 103 Very much too hot for me, A/C busted, that's plain to see... Tenant's squawking What can I do, let's see.... Stuck in the middle, The owners just piddle All I need is a sad fiddle To accompany my misery I didn't break it, this I swear, And should some say so They'd better take care, I have my Panzer grenadieres On full alert, And it won't be waterguns That they will squirt So get a fan, take a cold bath, Sleep on your patio, Don't incur my wrath Take a chill pill..... Take two or three, We'll get it fixed, This I will see... Not fun being the manager Responsibility for everything, Authority to do nothing, Frustrations build quick, Can make one quite sick But, this too shall pass, Another challenge will take it's place Cause this just is an endless race.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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