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While I forecast my ability,
I shall work with much humility. Suspect the future in my job, Be quite kind, and never sob. While time is moving in the trenches, I shall dig the foul stenches. For all I need is job security – In that, there can be impurity! As profits soar, their wisdom sags, And I’ll confront those bitter snags. I shall bring enormous muscle – I'm employed, I need not hustle. All employees smell the loss, As their companies shed like chaos. So I’ll slave the humblest way – Forever face these skies of gray…
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