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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.