Oce ol’ Oce with an accent on the “e”
You trained me once to repair your copiers
I begged John to train me more
He only gave me promises
But his boss Bill said never senor your numbers are atrocious
But when you give me number that clearly can’t be met
Unless I lie, unless I cheat like everyone else did
I would never to that for you nor to myself
My integrity is worth more than this job I like
So you made your case, and didn’t show your face
And let your drone John do it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem