Saturday, 24 April 2021

poem 176

 


Don't think about consequence of your lies and you will get, well earned pay rise


Don't ask questions about, what we tell you to do and the promotion is all yours


Don't feel there pain and the bonus will dance all the way to your bank account  


Don't hear there screams and your pension will make, all your friends so jealous



                                                                  And

 

embrace there hell, as justified in our god's eyes and the inheritance is all yours 


                                                                  Son.




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