They call me the junior officer,
Say that my duty is to come and pester,
Always the one who is sent to clear,
They assume that I do not fear,
But the fact remains, I am the one to fear,
My potential is too great to bear,
Though im junior both in rank and year,
I have an ambition so dear,
At times I want to get bitter,
But the thought of my future makes me feel better,
I know I will live happily forever,
When a cut in the salary will not matter,
All my foes and worries will be a scatter,
In the mean time I continue to deliver,
Doing the walk of my suffer,
All in the name of earning supper,
Hey, hold on one bit,
All the seniors will so be of their seats,
That means I will soon be incharge of the feast,
With the seriousness of clenched fists,
I am braced for my promotion so sweet,
Then, the thought of cars will be in fleets,
Thats why I am not going to quit,
I have to stay until I join the big beasts.
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