Zywa
Smuddle
We make the best of it, now and then
we just laugh at the boss with a bit of zen
In discussions, we camouflage our protest
any unwanted things we keep suppressed
When sometimes someone silently mutters
one of us will simply close the shutters
The figures of the old year are tiny
far too small and way too heavy
for the estimated castles in the air
yet the management is playing there
So we're smuddling about, aren't we?
on polished shoes as they should be
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