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Time for my Soul
Pissed off and tired, I am not paid enough,
for eighteen hour days and the rest of this stuff.
The phone starts at six thirty if things have gone wrong,
and at two in the morning Iím still going strong.
Planning, amending, resolving all things,
that being in charge of our engineers brings.
Itís not I donít like it, thereís no doubt I do,
itís just I get tired when working right through.
Iíve made a few changes to soften the load,
of the people whose workload I keep in my fold.
Itís early days yet but I hope I will see,
the way to make changes that benefit me.
My boss is my conscience, my vision my drive,
the way I move forward, the reason I strive
is to find better ways within our Company,
to help people have fun when theyíre working for me.
Now Moneyís the god that rules Company law,
with Profit the deity held up in awe.
I have to bow down to their idol I know,
but thereís differing ways our devotion to show.
You can sacrifice workers, then sell out your soul
to the Devil who claims every ounce of the gold
or promise him fortunes, with far more to gain
if we help all the staff to live absent from pain.
Convincing directors that following me
will help feed their need for more money you see,
is an art I have mastered with skill in my years,
while helping employees shed some of their fears.
Although Iím successful in feeding this greed,
the thing I am proud of is that I succeed
in making folks lives a bit better than when
they were virtual slaves to their masterís pure whim.
But alas I have not reached the point where I may,
reduce all the hours that ĎIí work every day!
Now this I must make my own personal goal,
so I too can have fun, and some time for my soul.
Ivor G Davies
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