I know I've been a real hard boss, for many a long year
I keep all you lot under control by using elementary fear
You start your work at the crack of dawn
I never let up, but I note you look a little drawn
I've placed relentless pressure, I'm a tough, tough bloke
The never ending cigarettes that I've ordered you to smoke
Maybe I'm just growing mellow as the years go by
But I thought that tomorrow, I'd give it a try
In a magnanimous gesture never seen before
After you leave today, when you walk out that door
Take tomorrow off, yes that's right, don't clock in
What's with the sad face, I was expecting a wide grin
But hey look, if you want to clock in tomorrow
You can, even if it causes you much sorrow
But if you want to take the day off and be bold
You can, you might even discover gold
(Sydney, Australia - 2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I want that job. Chain smoking for a living *mouth waters*