Stuck Poem by Madrason .

Stuck



I have a boss it's called my Phone
it never lets me leave alone
it always calls upon me
and never does it decently
it seems to me indifferently
and takes away each half a day
and if I really disagree
it grows a sudden silently
and end of months forgets to pay,
and if I really disagree
it grows a sudden silently
and end of months forgets to pay! M

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Madrason .

Madrason .

waalwijk netherlands
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