My Boss
He manages me with fiery eyes
Though my working is excellent
I toil and moil under severe working conditions
But pays me a little with delays
Early at the dawn to the sunset
I work through a gazillion of your works
Including washing your dirty underpant
My boss,you're enigmatic,I wish to know your feelings
It's no secret again that am leaving
Leaving,even without a notice on your table
Because I've no wages in my pocket,so am crying
Am backing to the ghetto,and one day I'll be able
Nobody knows tommorow my boss
Only God but He has it concealed
Nobody knows tommorow,I might be your boss!
But I won't be vengeful to you at my field.
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