The Boss

As caterpillar closes on the mount

silently the time rolls in the moments

and thence I see the pact

between the caterpillar and the mount

scarcely the love is pitted to the human

who is your boss and the work committed

as the caterpillar to the mount is

and ink impregnating the paper

makes the boss work like a madman

arching like that in phobia

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