He Told Me To Smile
You say, "Why don't you smile?"
Don't you know it is vile?
Ugh! you are forty-five
Your words should fortify
My work like a rabbi.
On our first official
zoom, you cry at facial
gloom. Psst! Now sadness looms.
I know, never a womb
Has seen this vested room.
Your grand client lineup
Makes your word a decree
So see, when you treat me
Like Clinton in lineup
You see wavering eyes
Signalling for time up
Can you not feel the tension in the air
The strained smiles and the creaking of the chair.
I'm new, this is my debut in this venue
My face confesses the confusion in lieu
Of confronting my tenure in your crew
You could have eschewed my blue hue
Or lightened it with a quip or two
But no, now we have to continue
Like mildew until my adieu
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