A pack of apes chasing me,
All through the night,
Tried though to dodge them down,
But they won't relent.
The simian menace grapple across,
The Boss won't rein in,
It's a gang of rough wilderness,
Gangsters being tall pine.
What goes up all come down
We hear people say,
But that don't happen, canine connive simian,
Keeping the Days at the bay.
Topic(s) of this poem: office
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