Poems:
The Boss... of Everything
Written by: Christina These sweatshops are my kingdoms, They may be filled with seldom, But, all I care are for the products, that the workers must conduct, One thing that I dislike and you are fired, A worker that is injured or tired, I can replace with a new group that is hired, Money is what they desire, From the work, the pain is what they receive, Working happy here is not guaranteed, I hire inspectors to make them work faster, The workers need to bow down to me, like I am their, MASTER! |
Save me please
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