Never Noticed
He was a mild mannered man,
a Clark Kent type
He was never noticed at work,
although he never missed a day in his life
Each morning, he exchanged the same bland, trite pleasantries
No information was ever given of his personal history
He preferred it that way,
to just blend into the background
Don't make waves,
don't make a fuss
Whenever their was a corporate crisis,
he didn't get involved,
he let waste management clean up the mess
Though he was given the nickname, Mr. Clean
It was because he had a neat office cubicle,
tidy as the day he first got there, some thirty years ago
Other than that casual, circulating office joke,
he wasn't noticed at all one bit
He didn't make any personal connections with his co-workers,
never tried to socially interact at work or off the job
They looked at him as being just an ordinary, boring guy,
who didn't have much of a life
No one ever noticed him
Until he came to work with a gun on his last day
Retirement was gonna be a free fall,
after he threw the golden parachute away
The news reports said that he only killed one person,
but they couldn't make the connection as to why
It was someone in the Human Resources department,
whose unlucky day it was to die
A bright, young detective finally figured out the mystery of it all:
Louise (Lois) Lane never once,
ever returned any of his alter ego calls
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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