Work poetry.

[Poserpanda]

Everytime that you mess up,
I get to add it up.
More experience and more points,
Habitica will give me coins.

[Poserpanda]

I'm tired,
I'm sleepy,
these idiots make me weepy.

[Poserpanda]

Your soda bottles,
I will collect them for change.
Your mistake is cash.

[Poserpanda]

I do so well,
but you cannot tell,
for third shift meetings don't go swell.

I'm up at 3, you're up at 1.
But neither of us are awake, when there is communication to be done.

For a meeting at midnight is preposterous,
but I must stay awake for you, to foster us.

I'm glad I left, my heart is not in doubt.
Even my supervisor, wishes me good fortune, on my way out.

[Poserpanda]

You don't like my mask.
You call me an N.P.C.
Yes, no. Sir. Maybe.

[Poserpanda]

Galations 5 :26
There's something in this verse
I don't want to miss.
It's a simple scripture that I don't want
to diss.
It's so easy to read, but harder still
for my soul to feed.

Don't be conceited,
I'm not better than anyone.
Don't provoke others,
I'm not here to fight.
Don't be jealous of people,
God has given me what's right.

And I'll delight in Jesus,
whether or not,
things are well at work,
or if I feel like I fought,
my demons,
in the strength of Jesus.