My Boss sits on my head
Gives me nightmare even on night bed
Siren of train rings 6 o’clock
Makes me leave the office dock
I do begging rather asking for blessing
While I pray the almighty in the morning
Lazy lights and gloomy ceiling
Pass my day only yawning
You stick the glue on my bump
Though my copy never finds the dump
I make some sketches and find the scolding
Creative bend in my life is surely molding
Yet, I strive to pronounce the song
Working too hard hours but not so long
I eat, drink, and pray the little satisfaction
Please take me out of this frustration
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