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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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