Immaterial
I have worked hard everywhereI have ever held a job
Each time in the end
Whether it be my fault or not
I am told indirectly that
None of that matters
You could be the very best worker
Yet you have made a mistake
Or you have done something wrong
So all of that has become academic
Mute, immaterial, worth nada
Yet, despite this, I go
Giving all I have to give
No one appreciating it or noticing it
No one seeing all the good
No, the only time anyone seems
To be watching, is when you mess up
You make that God awful move and stumble
Falling flat on your face again
Suddenly everything is whited out forever
And you have a permanent blemish
A black mark on your record forever
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