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It's Not a Piece of Cake!

by chuck-1

My job is to bake cakes I once magically created cakes of every hue Cakes that tasted like fruit or cream And others that were super sweet Still, others that were filling and heathy I was only limited to my creativity Then the cake bosses Ordered me to bake only vanilla cakes They said that all cakes are the same And my cakes must meet their standards Yet their criteria was vanilla and plain I was forced to throw off the fruit and cream And mute the rainbow of colors Even to add vanilla and sugar to my heathy cakes If that wasn't bad enough The cake bosses pressured me to fill unrealistic quotas And to treat all of the cakes the same Even though they are, naturally, flavored differently Then my budget was cut and bakers were downsized Next, I had more cakes to bake and less time to prepare I was even told to do without eggs and milk But the cakes must meet even higher standards How does this taste? Does it leave a bad taste in your mouth too? It's not a piece a cake But I choose to bake on Believing that I can still bake special cakes The batter just gets thicker everyday
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Obviously, this is metaphorical. I think it applies to way too many jobs today.

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