I have a job at home
That my dad gave me
That I don't particularly like
I do it all alone
In hopes that no-one sees me
I'd rather be riding my bike
I'm only ten years old
Why do I need a job
This question I asked my dad
At your age you do what you're told
Unless you join the mob
And that would make me very very sad
So I thought about what he said
About joining the mob and stuff
I guess I never should have asked
I don't want to end up dead
So I guess I'd better be tough
And take out these two bags of trash
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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