Secretary

Robert William Service

My Master is a man of might
     With manners like a hog;
He makes me slave from morn to night
     And treats me like a dog.
He thinks there’s nothing on this earth
     His money cannot buy,
And claims to get full wages worth
     From hirelings such as I.

But does he? Though a Man of State,
     And fabulously rich,
He little guesses that his mate
     Is just a bonny bitch.
For he is grey and gross and fat,
     While I am tall and slim,
And when he’s gone it happens that
     I take the place of him.

Oh God! The beauty of the blow
     When I will blast his life;
When I will laugh and let him know
     My mistress is his wife.
Today a doormat for his feet,
     He loves to see me squirm . . .
Tomorrow,—how revenge is sweet!
     The turning of the worm.

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