Come Work for Me and Be My Slave (Inspired by Christopher Marlowe) Zachary Viiala, Year 6 Come work for me and be my slave, You can replace the treacherous Dave. Labour will you in poor working conditions, And experience the pain of malnutrition. In my mansion I’ll sit, eating all things sweet, While you, my friend, will clean my feet. All the while, thee will get thinner, As you will not be getting much dinner. Day in and day out, you’ll do the dishes, And fulfil every one of my wishes. You’ll wash all the cars, and clean all the rooms, If you do a poor job, I’ll beat you with the broom. Baked beans for breakfast, lunch and tea, Only the cheap food will I give to thee. I’ll be watching Netflix and chilling, While you are managing my papers and billing. As I play with my football in the meadows, You’ll watch longingly through the windows. And as I rest, in gentle slumber, You’ll be acting as my plumber. Yet there will be highs, as well as the lows, Just as the river ebbs and flows. Together we’ll venture far and wide, From the mountaintops, to the seaside. Throughout your labour, a man you’ll become, Now a soldier, straight from the slum. For these quests, you will bear, Your utmost courage and bravery fair. In the glow we’ll sit, and share a bond, Of one another, we’ll share a bond. A wine and caviar, shared together, A soft memory, now and forever. Our connection will grow, not as master and slave, But as good mates, our friendship we’ll crave. So if you believe, that fortune favours the brave, Then come live with me, and be my slave. Yet as the sun sets, and our journey ends, Somehow I think, we’ll part as friends.