A cesspit and its collector
A relationship that is humming
Reeking of endurement
Prolonging the suffering.
An underplayed mortal
That is named-the collector
Paying off his dues
To his master,the inspector
A privation,necessary evil
His indigence has got his strapped to the disposal
What can he do at this young age,but work
Pay off his dues
As his dreams continue to lurk.
His master,with a smirk
Begins to act like a jerk
He won’t lie,he’s hurt
But his dreams move him where he deserves.
Someday the inspector,he pays off his dues too
He is Imploring the mire
For an answer,he inquiries
He asks the new inspector,who was once the collector
Why is it that i must subcome to the cesspit,no matter of my sector?