Matter Of Factiveness Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It is just a job.
As a matter of factiveness.
And impersonal to perform.
To get the better of the best doing it.

It is just a job.
And for many that is all it is.
Regardless who may think and believe,
Shown emotions come attached to this.

Not hired,
To be anybody's babysitter.
And...
Not hired,
To wipe falling tears from eyes.
Or tell lies about,
Being a friend...
Undenied to be proving of it.

Not hired,
To be happy every hour.
After the job is done.
Smiling at folks drinking at a bar.

Hired to perform a job and that's it.
Over to be done then split.
Hired to perform a job.
And that's a matter of factiveness!

Hired to perform a job,
As a matter of factiveness.
Hired to perform a job and that's it.
Done to do then up and split.

Got no time to whine,
Or talk about others at all.
And got no time to find,
Excuses to be made or wish to solve.

Hired to perform a job.
Then split.
And that is it.

Hired to perform a job.
As matter of a factness!