It's a plight to be a worker
But they are essential
But for some people (workers, workers...)
they know, they know that
their creative essence is tested by their Chief
Their chief could say yes or no
And once the chief said yes
The worker was soo happy
I caught the worker in between slight moves of joy
Yeah joy
The worker builds up his creativity with life
Yeah worker gave it life
That night was soo satisfying
it ended with a sound sleep
The next morning he came to his work
He could hear his chief murmurs to someone else
Murmurs echoed the murder of his creativity
People laughed at it
People said it was just rubbish
Chief and people require standard
A standard that could kill another
A comment came up,
may you could keep your standard that replaces the family name forever
It's mocking
Yeah, may it be so right?
it is only a worker's
The worker's case




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