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Saturday, March 2, 2013

On the Job

On the job
the pressures surmount
the expectations beyond belief
it is hard to take
and what I most do?
There is criticism,
judgements are made without care
fingers are pointed and blame assigned
it is hard to digest
and you cannot understand.
Sometime ago, I came and was accepted
now it seems that things have changed 
and your expectations, I cannot accept
for realistic that they might seem to you
it is wrong
and what I most do?
There is a wave coming on
I'm running to safety but I get caught
I go under and come afloat to grasp for air
just a millisecond of air, to survive
and still you do not understand
On the job
the pressures surmount
the expectations beyond belief
it is hard to take
and what I most do?
I am falling apart right between your eyes
but there's blindness
you called me a child and treat me like one
that I cannot accept
Your criticisms hurt 
your words daggers in disguise
yet, I sit here in your office  
and listen to what you have to say
I sit quietly, attentive and hang
to every word that flows out of our mouth
the hatred, the rage, the ire flows and flows
saliva dripping down your lips
like a black sea  
because I'm not what you want me to be 
On the job
the pressures surmount
the expectations beyond belief
it is hard to take
and what I most do?
There is criticism,
judgements are made without care
fingers are pointed and blame assigned

On the Job
but not like any other day 
and I wonder now, what I most do?