The Boss
I dress well
I put on a T
I iron my shirt,
I iron my pants,
all while in my briefs.
I put on some socks,
and move on to put on my shirt and pants
I put on my tie,
and finally my suit jacket.
I look in the mirror
and what do I see?
A new leader is there,
and I find that it's me
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