The Daily Report 03312011249pm
Today, I, thanks to a call from my boss,
Had to wake earlier than I wanted.
Every time he calls, I am haunted,
Due to the fact that I am at a loss.
As usual, I had to bare my cross,
In a way that left me feeling taunted,
Losing the dignity I had flaunted
Yesterday; Now thrown away with a toss.
Reaching work before my usual time,
Enjoying the benefits of working,
Poor, little, old me tries to earn a dime
Or a penny, since my boss keeps jerking
Resources away, which should be a crime.
Time moves slowly, since the end is lerking.
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