By Doing Banking I Am Sinking

God only I now sadly blame For my playing banking game He did not give me guidance Though I relied on providence I suffer daily severe torture Even ready for departure God has done tit-for-tat I am caught like a rat I derive only dissatisfaction Living with total dejection Every second Hell I feel As in huge cash I deal My sorrow is really unlimited To quit, I am not permitted Throughout my heart thorns Are pricking, my mind warns I have not gained any talent Nothing useful I could invent My experience is a waste I joined bank in a haste For my retirement day To God I deeply pray.