I know he means well when he does his rounds
His childish behaviour knows no bounds
A manager by title, and title alone
I cringe at his presence through to the bone

He asks how I am with a sickening grin
Is my mental health ok, he says on a whim
Because I'm ******* does he think I am mad
Enough of you now I really have had

Night shifts in this place can mess with your mind
But I yearn for the rest days that follow behind
Its then I can rest and find peace within
And forget the baffoon with the immature grinn

Dawn has now risen my shifts nearly done
Soon I can go home, my times begun
Its now time to rejoin the land of the living
And the things that to me make life fullfilling