A question from a coworker:
How come you have to be a SMART ASS About EVERYTHING?
My response, in verse:
I am pollen to the allergic,
A bit of sand to an oyster,
A lit fuse to fireworks,
And a pick to a guitar string.
By my small irritation,
Beauty is manifested,
Reactions are intensified,
Life is lived.
If I failed this role
Think how boring work would be.
Embrace your reactions
There’s no need to thank me.
