I'm really tired!
But my hands are tied
Serving my boss hasn't been easy
It's been all day for me busy
Laden with laborious load
Always in the middle of the road
No rest from the start
Breathing with palpitating heart
When shall I heave a sigh of relief?
It's never been my belief
That things will take this turn
Present predicament gives me a burn
I'd rather return to the village
This is nothing, but a bondage!
Of what use is a higher qualification,
When it can't give one maximum satisfaction?
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