Mr. End

Mine is a dirty job
I make people sob
I steal souls for a living
Earn the ire of the unforgiving

I get no raises or gifts
For working on graveyard shifts
No promotions, no perks
For getting rid of jerks

I have no bosses to blame
In this gruesome game
I can never resign
As I am in it by design

Nobody fires me
Nobody hires me
I keep slogging, my friend
‘Coz I am Mr. End