If I Found Myself In a Rut
All one needs savings umpteen
Finding an opportunity so cool
A bold heart to swim upstream
To call it quits so wonderful
The monotonous job is a kill joy
If controlled by folks crude a lot
With none wishing us even a ‘hi’
Micro management they sought
Working under an erroneous gender
Damages subject and predicate
Drains one mentally in a cluster
Facing a crafty cunning syndicate
Bullying has been a common norm
Just like a hidden secret storm
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