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P1713 The boss


You just do, what I tell you,
Or I fuck your fucking ass.
I might even force a pipe, 
To extract your bravado gas.

Swallow your gall, or I kick your balls,
You'll be forced to beg mercy.
Gaslighting galore, I hit where it's sore,
You'll suffer the tortures I fancy.

My boot on your head, my poot in your face,
I'll shove work down your throat. 
Your air I deprive, enjoy the poison hive, 
Your hide needs to be a very thick coat.

I the boss, can always toss,
A miserablist from the job.
You're my bitch, your lips I quickly stitch, 
You strident good-for-nothing slob.

I'll hit you hard, post a guard, 
Make sure I get what I pay for.
No lunch or brunch, not a single crunch,
Or I'll rape you like a whore.

I own all your holes, insert what is told, 
Or consider your paycheck cut.
Drop your pants as per my wants,
Carry a lubed plug in the butt.

Whip you with a cane, pain insane,
Make sure you tremble in fear.
Once in the office, remember you this,
You can never get out of here.

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