My office floor is divided into two parts
Left and right
My seat at left, section at right
Immediate bosses at right
Top boss at left
printer at left, scanner at right
Seven years I am runing
only left and right
To obay orders, execute jobs
and to fight for right
One year left to retire
Now I feel
No more I should fight
Because at right nothing is left
And at left nothing is right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work with the muse of your office. Thanks for sharing.