Toff

you stand tall and raise your shoulders high, you walk amongst my superiors, its true- i work for you, you claim to be my superior but im more useful than you are, this is proven in the fact that i do your laundry, the only question i ask is "can you do mine", you are nothing but a weakling, its true i work on your plantations, its only factual to ask if in my absence you can work on them yourself, you go to bed overfilled cos i sacrifice my meal for you, you wear clean robes cos i do your laundry, i yearn to know how much you can do when i depart from you, lets face it- you owe me your existence, i pray for you cos i love you more than you love me, i soak myself in sweat so you can soak yourself in comfortable lavender, its only brilliant to say you are an almost worthless being.