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Micro Management

Which job is best for me? To feed my kids and family. Oh Lord, the folks observe me, Well, that is so embarrassing really. They want me to be, Under their influence constantly. Unnecessary tantrums truly, That disturbs my peace regularly. No independence and liberty, As I am fleeced of my rights many. Want not me to be flourish-spree, Or maybe they want to come equal to me. Keeping me on hold intently, Harassingly and humiliatingly. What will the solution be, So that I become rut free..! Fed up of working under suffocation, Choked with purposeful exhaustion. They want to see me labor all the time, Not letting me move freely during dine. The discrimination is damn hellish, The persecution is simply devilish. O Lord, show me the way to prosper, With peace, rights and little power..!!

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