if you are one of the three standing idly,
watching the one man with the shovel.
But it isn't quite the same, if you're the one in the hole,
digging like a mole, and your ass is all wet,
from the dripping sweat.
The sun is beating down, and your knuckles are turning brown.
Your boss is a clown who doesn't know what's up,
but sure as hell know's which way is down.
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