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Bad Boss

Oh do sir please;

Leave me alone.

How dare you imply,

My works not my own.

Despite the fact,

I’d rather be,

Miles away,

Beside the sea.

I come here,

Every single day.

To slave for you,

Hold dreams at bay.

And even though,

I loathe this slog.

Somehow through it all,

I do a good job.

So never suggest,

I am a sloth.

Or otherwise,

You’ll face my wrath.

I wish I could,

Release frustration.

Find a new view,

A new appreciation.

But until then,

Understand you fool.

I feel trapped,

Perhaps you do too…