My Job
And...
What is it that you are doing?
'My job.'
Your job?
Staring at people?
'No.
You are to be corrected.
I am an admirer of exquisite beauty.
Why?
You don't think I am doing my job well? '
I just think what you are doing is rude.
'Then perhaps you should see to it,
That I get fired.
Or laid,
Off.
Or maybe both.
Send me to your human resources.
If you don't think I am qualified.'
Where on Earth did you come from?
'I feel the same way.'
I really didn't mean it as a question.
'Oh? '
No!
I meant it as a...
Don't you have something else to do?
'You're the boss.
What would you like for me to do for you next? '
You're not doing a thing for me.
'Oh?
So you are saying I'm not doing my job? '
You're doing your job.
But I am not interested.
'So...
You want to get me laid off,
Don't you?
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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