It’s Your Job

There are more and more days that I hate my work.
I go through the motions and feel like a jerk.

Why oh why do I do what I do?
I’m really good at it and that is true.

But it’s just no fun is my despair
My life sucks and it’s just not fair

Oh now slap my face you little whiner
You’ve got a job to do, what could be finer.

You’re doing that for which you’re born

Cut the ‘tude that you’re so forlorn

You’re not being paid to like your work
Too much inward focus is making you feel like a jerk.

Perhaps a twist of the dial will change your view
And the meaning of work, will in you renew