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Whatever...

Poor little bird with a broken wing,
walls crumbling, losing everything,
so tired of helping the human race,
you’d love to put them in their place

Even a fairy cannot be everywhere,
so, so busy, you’ve no time to spare,
looking after one disaster or another,
where the fuck is the fairy godmother?

No time for yourself, no coffee break,
how much of this shit can you take?
Grab your head, you want to scream,
maybe you’ll wake from a bad dream

Call the shop steward, your union rep,
filing a grievance is the next best step,
management don’t care, useless pricks
lazy bastards up to their usual tricks

A thankless job, never even get paid,
no personal time, you can’t even get laid,
give two weeks notice, it’s time to quit,
you’ve had it up to “here” with this shit
Written by Poetic_Quill (Mister Write)
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