The Great Liar about Working ***

1. Poems about working in a hotel

Beautiful hotel, my home,

Wages will never be increased.

Fire food is really bad,

Stir-fried cucumbers with green vegetables every day.

Oil-free, salt-free and sandy,

The worst thing is lard residue.

I work overtime every night and my energy is poor.

I am so tired that I miss my parents in the middle of the night.

Working life is really not good,

You can eat grass from food.

Flies are bathing in the soup,

Ants are racing on the table.

There was little oil and salt in the dishes.

There were mosquito bites under my feet.

Not having a full meal,

Alas... what a miserable life!

Love is empty, emotion is empty,

I live in Dalian.

No money on the card, no money in the pocket,

Single and struggling to work.

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We act like sleepwalking

Criticized every day and shed tears

2. Work poems

The one who receives the work and the one who makes the number is out. Those who make mistakes;

Those who push knives, those who paint skins, those who are in trouble all day long;

Those who ride bicycles, those who do quality inspections, those who always like to fall out when nothing happens;

Those who manage things, those who repair mechanics, those who have nothing to do to pick up girls;

Those who tie knots, buttonholes, and stay up all day long;

Those who lock nails, do some fiber work

Those who seal boxes and pack bags, those who fight day and night;

Those who live and release materials, those who hang themselves when trouble occurs ;

Those in the workshop, those behind the scenes, those who have been in love for a long time;

Those in the janitor, those sweeping the floor, the content is their creativity.

3. "Ancient Poetry Version of Working Poems"

There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and I am so panicked because I have no money. I look up at the moon and lower my head in sadness

Hoeing. It's noon, it's really hard to make money, I turned around and found only two hundred and five.

The sun is shining over the mountains, the money is flowing like the sea, there is nothing in it, I am so anxious that I want to jump off the building

Li Liyuan goes to work and works overtime until tomorrow morning. Work hard today and tomorrow will be more brilliant

4. Poem of working as a chef

From a distance, Tanggu looks like heaven

From a closer look Tanggu is like Hong Kong

Come to Tanggu Bao Kitchen

The nightmare begins

The slogans are loud and loud

The wages are missing Increase

He also said that the food in the kitchen is good

The grass is eaten out of the green vegetables

No salary increase for working overtime

Staying up late every day to lose weight like a monkey

Just bow your head and leave after meeting the boss

Worry at the end of the month

There are only seven days in a week

Even thinking of taking a half-day break is a delusion

My ** biological mother is not happy

If this continues, she will surely die

Fly early, leave early, and be free. From now on, the world is up to you!

5. Work Poem Factory Edition

Beautiful factory, my home,

Wages will never be increased.

Fire food is really bad,

Stir-fried cucumbers with vegetables every day.

Oil-free, salt-free and sandy,

The worst thing is lard residue.

6. Poem about Working

Working outside is very hard,

I feel like I don’t belong,

My body is covered with dust all day long,

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Seeing a leader is like seeing a tiger.

It’s so helpless to work outside.

How can I feel as comfortable as at home?

Although I earn 100 yuan a day,

I feel uncomfortable living under someone else’s roof.

6. Excavator version of the work poem

Passed the car and pumped the oil. The wind and snow changed in the middle of the night!

Passed through the south, crossed through the north. I broke my leg to learn how to use the trench machine!

Break the ground beams and buckle the ditches. The mountains and cliffs are broken by rocks!

He broke the law and helped others. Save the car and drive through the mountains and destroy the forest!

Build highways and lay railways. Living with ghosts in the graveyard!

Tear down the bridge and let go of the building. Thank you Lord Buddha for saving my life!

Good car owner, bad boss. Accompany Smiley for salary!

It’s not easy to make two bucks. Thanks to the good brothers around me!

7. Work Poem Clothing Factory Version

The head is the light, the head is the clothes.

I feel miserable and tired, but I still can’t sleep.

Don’t even think about running away until your clothes are ready.

My clothes were not polished, and I felt panicked.

When you are flustered, your hands become confused and pricked to pieces.

If your finger is injured, you have to pretend to be in pain.

When the days are too tiring, when can I sleep?

Looking up at the sky, the boss is beside me.

Looking down at the ground, the boss lost his temper.

Even if you finish the day, you still have to worry about making money.

Even if you work late, you still have to be managed.

I am very tired every day and cannot take a nap.

Time passes quickly so that we can do it again next year.

A handful of snot and a handful of tears,

Making costumes is brave and fearless.

Having to endure hardships and hardships for a living,

I am exhausted all day long in front of and behind the machine.

I stayed up all night to deliver the goods,

I was so sleepy that I didn’t dare to say I was tired.

I can’t rest day and night, and I have to hold meetings repeatedly for big things.

All labor laws are invalid,

The body and mind are haggard and unable to shed tears.

Don’t dare to expect social status,

All rely on stupid self-absorption.

It is difficult for family members to get together during the holidays.

It is a shame to abandon one’s family and career to one’s elders.

Take this opportunity to comfort each other,

Feel the joys, sorrows and joys together.

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