Me and the scorching sun,
It's a daily fight...
I can't perform my job properly,
Since it blocks my sight...

On the other side of the road,
is a stupid beauty care saloon...
and inside it are the straight-haired,
filled with make-up and chattering baboons...

I begin to feel hungry,
Gotta fetch that old bag of mine...
I check my bread first,
Ahhh! the good ol' lettuces and sardines...

Then the boss commands me to shift,
a heavy box with goods to sell...
My colleague immediately comes to help,
Otherwise I might end up dropping my bells...

I begin to pant,
hard work causes me to sweat...
you thought my job was easy?
that I can bet...

But one thing i can't help doing,
is thinking of my someone special...
she must be sleeping right now,
or eating her morning cereals...

I gotta pen off here,
time to get back to work...
Used up my break time to write,
Now I won't be having time to talk...

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