facing frustration with a renewed faith
faceless masters attempting to **** my buzz
through alteration of company policy
I kick and scream
on the inside
using my game face to face the situation –
I face my foes in the foray
fidgeting and feeling froggy
I jump at the chance to plead my case
charts and graphs backed by statistics
and a power point presentation
my plucky spirit is plucked
by punks in pastel purposefully
pandering to posers on pedestals –
defeated, yet invigorated
I mount my comeback
pull an old face from the cedar chest
and look the pair of curmudgeons
square in the eye
I am valuable
necessary
dare I say,
needed…
and all I ask
is to be treated the same as always
all ways –