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.