The boss makes a dollar,
I make a dime,
That's why I shit on company time.
That was a rhyme from a simpler time,
Now the boss makes a STACK
For my measly cent,
And I can't afford rent after the food that I've spent,
So while the boss sails his yacht,
Looking like a clown,
I'll be in the office,
Taking everything that's not nailed down.