Time
to pack your bags
There
is no place for you
You
have your time
You
make your choices
You
scoop your wealth
You
hide it somewhere else
You
put up a straight face
Telling
how hard you work
You
forget to hide
The
potbelly tells you away
You
sleep on your job
You
take too many holidays
The
shards of falling mirror
You
don't see it clearly
You
think it is the ding dong bell
Until
it cuts your toes
Time
to pack your bags
There
is no place for you
You
have your time
You
have lost the plot
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