Work is punishment for being good
At work I am always given the same shifts.
Everytime I come in I am given the same responsibilities.
When I ask why, why the same, the answer is always the same
You are the best at what you do,
That is why we assign it only to you.
What would happen I wonder,
if I stopped being so good?
It isn't that I don't like my job
because I do,
I am just sick of all that blue goo!
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