You have your bosses

Piia Myyry

You all sit and talk, you are at everybodies faces, other is home and other is our of doors, you all like to be old, they go to the city, still you are in some place, you enjoy of nothing.

You are like sad all day long, they beat women, with the white suits, you see them in courts, arriving to take sentences. You like your iron and wooden gates, i never seen such a boring place.

They talk like gypsies, its like an spanish desease, from the baski land, no-one has the peace, they like to live like that every days, you have your bosses, they are all the same.

You do nothing exept the food, and go to your work place, clean the house and go shopping, you have no hobbies, no school days, its easy so see everything.


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