all they do is make fun
they point and laugh
for what reason
is there no one
none
you try to be nice
polite
courteous
what else can you do
the shit still comes a rollin
flowing from the mouths of others
you do your job
you do it well
it is never enough
enough to please
to please even the simplest of person
you sit in a cage
they stand free
out in the open
out where they have room
room to move
room to breath
do they understand you
never
they can’t
they are not you
they don’t feel what you feel
you’re caged up
locked inside
and they still have the nerve
the nerve to make fun