Some days I am a boss. | 1 |
I get cross as hell with the workers. | 2 |
Sack a few, bring new ones in. | 3 |
Scare them to death with targets to be met. | 4 |
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On others I’m a poor hard grafting soul, | 5 |
Sweeping round feet for a pittance, no more. | 6 |
Doffing my cap at each well pressed suit. | 7 |
The girls in the office all think I’m so cute. | 8 |
Yet it does me no good, no good at all, | 9 |
as next day I throw myself out on the dole. | 10 |