When the blanket is heavy,

And I feel of little value,

And I add little value,

Forced to wear a tie

For some good reason,

But it makes no sense when

I never see customers,

And I never see anyone

Who seems to care about seeing me

(I miss that from my prior work –

People needed me every day,

So I thought, and I have no clue why

It is critical to my happiness

To feel as though I am needed –

I want people to think of me

When they want something done

And know that it will be done well);

Yet it is absolutely required

That I dress as a robotic clown;

And I try to survive hundreds of aggressive,

Mean and unconscious drivers

Through a thankfully-short commute,

Striving my best to be patient, tolerant, and kind,

And realizing that this behavior

Has me acting like a beaten dog;

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