Burn out is like drinking from a cup,
Once you've hit the bottom,
There's no going back.
Here's to those fed-up,
Bosses who can't fathom,
Investments into their business we stack.
Never underestimate the useless,
Don't expect them to do anything but relax,
Into an oblivion of darkness we work,
Now and forever after we lurk
Grateful for our daily bread.
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