Tch tch tch, click click!
Click your tongues
When the boss comes.
He walks in,
Glares at you for not doing work
The file is missing, you left it at home,
Sweating like a pig
You hide to brood.
Another day of abuses and glares
Stress and depression mounting high
A bottle of rum becomes the answer
And Jack Daniels, your best mate.
Malboro your pet,
And marijuana your flight.
Smoke up in the morning,
Lose your senses,
Screw the boss and screw the rules
You’re the man,
In the mood.
That’s your life, the way it goes
Fall in the morning, take your bruises
And wait for nightfall
For you know,
You’ll indulge in intoxication.
~k~
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