As masks go down
I see
Two-faced masters
Tell you,
Good dog
Go! Fetch the ball
Come here, sit,
Come on! Take a seat
It's your last and final call
Come, grab your treat
Once bruised, a neck
Almost healed,
Collar mark concealed
What the heck!
There's no leash, no more,
Not even remote
All day you scratch, piss, snore,
And play
Sometimes, you moonlight
In broad daylight
Barking dogs seldom bite,
In a dogfight
Having forgotten the trade, you trick
You've gone stray,
In the bargain
You ain't listen,
Come what may
The masters now feelin' the prick
First, they threaten,
Then they bribe, then they pray
But, hey...
Batman returns
Superman returns
Jedi returns
Jesus returns
Postman returns
Laundryman returns
Kabuliwala returns
Sinbad returns
Nobody else returns.
/* WFH is what they want. WTH is what they get. */
Written by: Rupesh Mandal
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