The Weak Are Also Cruel

The Weak Are Also Cruel

Even as I read these
words,

Words that rumble like thunder
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And fly out like birds!

Five
simple words that cut

Like a knife.
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The weak are also cruel.

The
story of my life.

To serve my master
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A small pittance.

Is a reward
or disaster?

I smile for you and say
hello,

I get you coffee before you go.
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I plan your day, I make things nice.

/>You pay me back with cold and ice.

But
that's okay. That's nothing new.

The weak are
also cruel

And you live by that rule.
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My labors of love

Are labors
of pain!

Taking for granted,

/>That my duties are clear

From pressing his
jackets

To bringing him beer!
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And making appointments,

To
talk about sports?

Staying late nights
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To type up reports.

Not one to
be proud

But this man is a bastard
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For crying out loud!

He pays
me a pittance

For all that I do.
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Calling me in at all hours

No
please or thank you.

Just do this or do that,

Pushing my button with such power.
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It isn't easy smiling at him,

/>He won't last a minute without me,

The
weak little man!

A voice from the
office,

That bellows and shouts.
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Now get me my coffee!

Retype
this letter now,

Or you'll see your ass
out.

You rush around and give me grief!
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And get a move on with the brief!

/>So please now send in my wife,

No vacation
for you, Ms. Lemon.

For you, there is no life!

You are my secretary,

/>You are my slave!

I make the rules,
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So you better behave!

One day
I stayed home.

I didn't show up.
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The boss ran around,

Panic
made a sound!

Where is Ms. Lemon?
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Try to figure it out.

I need
her right now!!

The phones kept on ringing,

The papers piled up.

No
coffee or donuts.

Just chaos about!
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The scene was amusing.

To me
in my mind!

The weak can be cruel.
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And the slave can rebel.

The
tables are turned

The master admits .
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A ring on my doorbell.

A tip
of the hat.

My master is humble?
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Can you imagine that?

A plea
for my help.

A dozen roses.

/>From the weak little man!

Who thought I
was nothing?

And now I am grand?
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Oh, weak little master.

How
cruel you have been!

Are you in a fix?
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From dawn until dusk.

I served
you well.

No thank you or how are you today?

Just demands more each day.

/>No longer will I,

Go on back to your
office

And cry at your desk!

/>Ms. Lemon is gone now

To find a long rest.

The weak are also cruel,

/>The words are so true.

Treasure those who
help you

Or you are a fool.