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Time Saver and Cost Cutter

Hi, I am a time saver and a cost cutter!
They call me an outsourcing porter,
I make this world a better place to live in,
As I tie myself inside walls made of bricks and mortar.

Don't you know my name?
To you I am Agent X,
Who despite all troubles plays the game,
Puts efforts by the hour and is still to blame.

I live in a developing nation,
Cleaning your trash is my life-long passion,
And as you introduce me to money,
I find myself in greenery for its all sunny.

Sometimes I long to go onsite,
Shake hands with you and tell you what's right,
For we are the lesser children of God,
Who sleep by the day and work by the night.

God resides in your part of the world,
So you may feed us and raise our children,
If you didn't outsource,
We'd be left looking for an income source.

We get educated so we could serve you well,
And when we get the chance we go out to tell,
Many more of the riches that lie inside our tale,
'Cause nation building can now reside in hell.

Very soon we'll grow big homes and drive fast cars,
As you continue to plunder other nations through unjustified wars,
But we have our own part to play,
Save on the income tax and live happily by the day.

Oh come on, we're poor but we're still in action,
Sending to you cheap labour and plenty more yessirs,
Waiting in unison to embark on this chain reaction,
So you continue to get us at a cost that is only a fraction!
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