I see the way they glare,
As if throwing daggers through the windows.
Their faces obscured from the nose down.
They walk this place with constant paranoia,
Staying on guard for something they can't see.
I don't understand why such animosity comes my way.
I'm simply doing my job.
I park my truck, I pump the fuel, I leave.
It's not that hard.
Then I realize, Oh ****.
I'm not wearing a mask.
Oh well. I work alone in a truck all day.
I have zero contact with any other human beings.
If they don't like it, **** them.