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From nine to five, he ruled the roost
and called the “shots” while getting juiced.
His friends would come and have a blast,
by joining him in getting “gassed.”
An argument was never heard;
he always had the final word.
“A job is something for the wife;
it cuts in on my social life.”
“I send the wife to win the bread
while I take charge right from my bed.”
“I'll join my friends and boast with pride,
but after five, it's time to hide!”
Past five, his world no longer mattered;
the “gang” broke up like rats and scattered!
At half-past five, the boss came in
while greeted by a guilty grin.
“Did you take care of all your chores,
like vacuuming and scrubbing floors?”
“I'm sorry dear, I'm afraid not;
I got involved and plum forgot.”
“You're not allowed to have such fun!”
“Okay, Attila-I mean-'Hon'!”
Each day was like a planned routine
where each lived out the same old scene.
Each night he'd relegate his power
'til nine a.m., “The Happy Hour”!