I know the heat of the fires of hell
In fact I know them very well
The devil sits just down the hall
Job bags build an enormous wall
Kind of like the Tower of Babel
I’d throw myself off if I were able
My boot sole snapped when I got to work
The power that be is a total jerk
My foot is aching, my head is too
There is no toilet paper in the loo
I’m sitting grafting all alone
Screw this, I’m going home
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