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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