Lurking Work
Work,
A jerk,
Born to irk,
We cannot shirk,
Manager or clerk,
He makes us go berserk,
In every corner he'll lurk,
Well then, what's his positive perk?
Payday brings on our faces - a SMIRK.
11.07.19
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2019
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