9 December 2012
As I lay in my employers arms, I think about his horrid charms, Sneaking skiving, setting off alarms, He doesn't care how much it harms, As long as he gets what he wants.
He found me on a dreary day, Bungled me up, whisked me away, Then moulded my body about like clay, And handed me money- pay, I became his regular customer...
Servant • Opuss № I