My job, you see
It is pretty ******

I seek pleasure from it
I get new perceptions
From all the distraught folks
That walk through those doors

All the coworkers I share
In these few years
I've enjoyed the many different
Inflections we have all taken part in

It has a been a good few years
People never ceasing to amaze me
The compulsive liars
The drugged and diseased
It is all carried within me

My ears hear them
My eyes see who they are
Their appearance gives them away

My heart feels their pain
In this pain, I hold no sympathy

My compassion is a movie set
It is in action on the clock
Camera is off when that doors swings shut
My body on the opposing side

When my body dissipates into the darkness
I go on to live my day
Without the stress and anxiety
No one rings the bell
Taps their feet
Screams in front of me

I do not hear the phone
No more people to call
No angry glares
I'm off, and I like it that way