Busy, Lazy nothing to do
Working hardly not trying to prove
What you're doing they'd like to know
For your idleness it doesn't show
You write and check and evaluate
You add subtract and then equate
To move you must and thus with ease
To look like you’re busy your bosses are pleased
Restless and uneasy you start to figit
Out the door cause you're fedup of it
No work for me i always beg
Until the day i lost my leg
The sun rose high on that gloomy day
I fell on my knees and began to pray
I found a job only i can do
Dear Lord i'll need some help to tie this shoe..
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