Measure My Treasure

There’s no life,

There’s so much work,

Like Life without Water,

and Plant without mud.


Joy is none,

Neither is work Fun.

Pleasing my Boss,

On the tip of his gun.


My Treasure is such,

Like there’s no measure.

Peanuts they give me,

as someone else will always come.



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