Its hardly a secret.
I have done more for others
Than has ever been done for me.
While I volunteered to do your deeds,
You sat back in wait,
Offering shallow 'thank you's
When I returned.
A job well done, I guess.
You complain about
A harsh life,
Filled with trouble,
Filled with strife,
While sitting still
Fully tended by me.
Never do you hear me
Moan or whine.
My poems have
That light to shine.
I need not say a word.
My smiles are all fake,
Caused by the trickery
Of these miserable women.
They give me momentary appreciation
For a lifetime of service...
But I am too loyal to ever say no.