Frenzy Mode
This crazed boss pushes his ole luck
Mind's frenzy ticking like a clock;
As gut's livewire wants to explode
Rush of cusses now I shall load.
My pay is a low miser’s bag
While hard job has a large tag--
Stingy, lazy boss, he’ll remain
And there's nothing left to gain.
He jeers as overtime strays late
Keeping me on my desk, ingrate!
My turn for revenge, I will leave
All projects crushed, now DIE and GRIEVE!
Frenzy Contest 30 Nov 2016
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
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