He is nothing special, not really smart or really large,
Yet he holds your daily bread, see he's the man in charge.

Maybe daddy left it to him, or grandma's savings for life, So he started him up a business, a license to share his strife.

In his manly presence we watch everything we say,
lest we attempt to be ourselves and blow our jobs away.
He's watching and evaluating all the moves we make,
You see, we must not anger him by making dumb mistakes.

On his regal birthday, we'll annoint his head with oil,
and then humbly thank him for allowing us to toil.

Now once a week he'll give us a reason for our pain,
And then on Monday broke and drained we'll do it all again.

Is this what I was born to do, is this really living?There must be a better channel for the endless time I'm giving.

Then I nerve up and jump ahead to a brand new working place, Somewhere where I'll be happy and not treated with disgrace.

It's my first day at my new job, my life no longer a waste! Then he appears NEW big boss man, SAME look upon his face.









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