Disclaimer..... This poem has nothing to do with a job of any sort... It's all about
love. Love is a job that sometimes we don't ask for.
I'm an employee at Frustrated Incorporated.
Well I should say an ex employee,
I was not looking for work and on the spot,
This man hired me. He tried to fire me,
Many, many times but I guess I was the
Best to work on his assembly line.
He planned that I would be a temporary worker,
But he made me permanent. The duties for this
Job I had no problems learning them and he
Started firing the others on the assembly line.
He wanted to be all mine. Then he got used
To me and all of a sudden he stopped supplying
My work needs. I began to hate him and talk
About him in front and behind his back. The man
Just did not like that. He called me to the office
Over and over again to find out what was wrong
With him. I responded you already know, dude
I just gotta go. I don't work for him no more
But He keeps calling me back for raw materials
Although he treated me inferior, I deserve
Better. So, I moved on to work for another man
But the head of Frustrated Incorporated keeps
Calling. I'm not going back to that mistreatment,
In courtesy and professionalism he falls delinquent.