Working For Fun - Poem by Adam Bateman
The jobs we have, we do with joy,
even the lowest whipping boy,
loves to feel masters whip,
for the chance of a small tip.
Be we paid well, or poor,
having no work is a bore,
Hate your boss for being tight,
continue working into the night.
Spend your life in a hole,
its much better then the dole.
Respect yourself for pushing hard,
to pay off that credit card.
Learn the things to do your chore,
one eye on the clock, one on the door.
Count the seconds until the end,
but keep working or just pretend.
So when you wish to quit your job,
and run with the real free mob.
Think of workers and their pain,
and how you like to feel the same.
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