WORKER

                                                                             WORKER

Me and my car both having oil probably low,

But it doesn’t matter for it’s off to work I go!!!!

Good Morning and Bon Jours, no idea of other’s life still asking how are you,

If you a new client then lord be with you, if old then nothing to say to you.

Can I meet the manager, the politest prayers coming from my mouth,

The clerk silently said, he died; he suffered from a serious feverish bout.

Can I see the replacement? Appalled he looked at me searching for my soul,

Dude, what the hell you looking for it already has been hanged, died and sold.

Please come afterwards, your presence is a serious plight,

What can I do sir I am a worker fulfilling the promises of my life.

Somebody has to do a job, which nobody wanted to do,

A job that everybody could have, but atlast nobody came to do.

Came out to a stall, little down, lit a cigarette leaned on a wall,

Smoked the negativity, I am a worker life on a stall.

I am a worker, jealous of cats and dogs, 

Because they get fed and pampered, and have a life of their own.

Saw those flashy cars and people coming out from a matinee show,

All attired, flashy female companions, showing their teethy smiles,

And me with the dirty car on a mobile calling, Can I come to meet you sir?

No the Gentle idiot said, still perseverance is my job, will benefit your company mister,

The air conditioned office, the cheeky tightly dressed receptionist,

Please wait Sir, boss will call you in a minute for it seems he has some interest.

These are our products, better than others,

Lets cut the chase mister, what is it in me if we purchase in clusters.

Negotiations ranged from Mauritius to Macau,

More amounts you purchase the more starred stay for you,

Oh hail greediness!! For it makes your mouth watery and eyes wide.

Came out, feeling good some old Dire Straits songs and my way to office straight.

Need to checked time, Oh Damn are those missed calls ranging to nine?

Called back my dear boss, my life hanging on some ringing calls!!

Where the fuck you have been, What the fuck you think you are,

Sorry Mr. Boss I am your bitch and I am ready to be fucked either way.

Come back you smartass, we need to review activities of the week,

And here I go the sorry pants, to be screwed for the every deal.

Gleamy eyed colleagues welcomed me to hell, and me thinking its weekend let me go you devil,

The Satan said- Scapegoats are hard to found, and you are the least one who follows me around.

Blah blah and blah was what I heard because the outcome was always the same,

It being, Sorry Sir, will try my level best and promise never happen again.

Dranked and Gulped till the bottom of the hilt, those upwardly menus and rising costs,

My car my darling, longing some care, that’s the only thing who bears with me when all is lost.

Alas!! Here comes Monday, walking by so treacherously,

Looking at the face of new joins in office, oh dear they are going for hell ride for free.

Got the schedule and the plan in my hand, I slip down silently,

For the ridiculous training sessions will be handed to a nobody like me .

And yet again it is me and my car both having oil probably low,

But it doesn’t matter now for it’s off to work I go!!!!



P.S. - it is a fictionalized account nothing personal about it :) :)