He spent his time repeating himself
Everytime he was asked to do anything
He would simply say, ‘not my job’.
Some would say could you do this?
‘Not my job’ he would repeat
Then others would ask can you do that?
‘Not my job’ he would say again
Then I remember one fateful day
When his wife asked coiling f they have sex one day?
He looked her straight in the eye
And without thought said ‘it’s no my job’
So being disgruntled and feel hurt
She went out and decided to flirt
And found some body who said ‘I’ll f o the job’
And that’s his his love was lost
All because he thought keeping her happy was not his job.