Wise Up
Into the office you walk
Talking the talk
Thinking you are Mr Perfect
But in reality you are a ship wreck
Suit and booted all the way
With an attitude like an ashtray
Justifying your terrible service
When inside you must be nervous
In my domain, you now stand
Wise up! Or you will crash land
Whilst you are washing ashore
I will stand there and applaud
No more Mr Perfect
Your are a now a reject
Goodbye Mr perfect
Go find some self respect
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