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Working Days
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Some days I am a boss.
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I get cross as hell with the workers.
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Sack a few, bring new ones in.
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Scare them to death with targets to be met.
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On others I’m a poor hard grafting soul,
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Sweeping round feet for a pittance, no more.
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Doffing my cap at each well pressed suit.
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The girls in the office all think I’m so cute.
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Yet it does me no good, no good at all,
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as next day I throw myself out on the dole.
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15 Jun 18

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