The Employee

 

These small hours of the night wrapped in quilt upon my bed
Reliving the past quarrelsome day and a quote or two I've said
I wish for quiet and pray for peace that I may get some sleep
Beside my queen I lie here still as she rests and dreams so deep
From those not qualified to make judgments I dwell upon their word
Drawn from their quiver of foolish lies amazed at what I've heard
Blame is what they freely give only credit they wish to take
Their motives are as clear as quartz behind a smile they'll sometimes fake.
As morning breaks I hear the quail clucking in the field
Once more I'm the quintessential worker who keeps his thoughts concealed.