I will not give anybody some satisfaction or doubt
For the people that work in my building
I didn't cause the flood that took place in my building
The washing machine caused it
They didn't consult me if I was going to pay them to have my place Clean
The reality they do whatever they like
And the board of directors treat the people that work like Gods
They are not God
They are servants to the people that live in the building
I pay their salary
And their salary comes from my pocket
Why is it so hard for them to understand it?
That is because they are ignorant
I am tired to deal with ignorant people
I feel that they want to get even
And they think that they can do whatever they want because they know That nobody will stop them
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