This pension bill
The least on the thrill
He toils,in the burning Mangochi sun
In hope of having fun
Guides them in bare foot to far places of pleasure and joy
They think hes robot or walking toy
He greets them and grins
Gets ridicules in turn ,”go back to xool and learn English”
The shift around the clock keeps smiling
For bookings they keep dialing and calling
The tips he gets an insult to labour laws
He smiles when they call him stupid and follows
Has a monthly deficit in the miniatures budget
Hence he works on a bill racket
She laughs and he thinks shes single and available
In pretence he poses as lovable
in the biting cold of Mzuzu,Zomba
rises to serve breakfast at six ,from a good slumber
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