It is just merely the mockery of fate which see you
That I am saying sir to you
Otherwise you would have me
And I would have been your boss
And you under me
But see the irony of fate how reversed it
That I am saying sir to you
Even though I am superior to you
And it is called chance, good luck
As I am wishing good luck to you,
Have a nice time!
It was not in my destiny to be your sir
And instead of, I am under you
And you my yes boss, my boss
But the boss really a boss,
The office boss,
Whom fears it everyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem