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Hard Work


I told me to work hard

Never to be a retard

I told me to read hard

Never to waste my time

Don't hold me for too long

Unless you do not feel fine.

I learn hard things easily

Its awkward I have no award.

I get good things sleazily

Going forward for my reward.

 

Never been so broke

Can't even talk

Never been so broke

Can't even walk

I inhale only to choke

Carrying my heavy yoke

No money only smoke

Not funny being broke

For money I yearn

Money I don't earn

I work so hard

To get unpaid

She is a bastard

I wont get laid

Get paid and get laid

She said...

 

I work so hard for someone who calls me a fucktard

He forgets that he is there because of all my efforts

I am quitting this day give me strength I pray

I am bequeathing this fruitless job today.

 

 

 

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Elfuric

Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.

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