My Name

My Name Everyday it’s just the same, Someone yelling out my name, In a conversation, a letter, a call, With the intent of driving me up a wall. Jeff said this, Jeff said that, My name is smeared in no time flat. ~ Some days I think, I’ll just change my name, Hide out on some distant plain. Answer only when spoken to, Yeah, I think what’s what I’ll do. But on the other hand, would that really work? When the people yelling will constantly lurk, ~ I guess I’m doomed to this life of fame, Just a player in the management game. I guess my name will continue to be used, Will continue to be abused. I should smile and bear it like I should, Like any good employer would.