Whenever I feel sad and blue
My smile comes beaming through,
Whenever the dark thoughts begin
I think of my job and can’t help but grin.
Yes, work is our happy place,
Here we put on a happy face,
Here we do not let true feelings show,
Our cares the public don’t need to know.
My Supervisor smiles like a clown,
Says ‘turn that frown upside down,’
He implores me to turn it up a notch-
Yep, it’s all idiotic smiles on his watch.
I’ve wearied of my false Sensodyne smile,
Flashing my molars has become a trial,
With teeth this white and smile so tight
Don’t wag no finger at me, I might bite.
My fixed smile leaves me depressed,
This shop-worn smile is past its best,
The only way my boss hasn’t felt my fist
Is due to my caring calming pharmacist.
Now I can’t hide what lurks beneath,
I’m sick of smiling, to my back teeth,
I’ve found a job out of the public eye-
There’s a joyous twinkle in the tears I cry.
I scrawled the boss a note telling him I’ve resigned
‘ I’m ecstatic to leave all this happy crappy behind,’
And asked him to file it where the sun don’t shine.
…Ah, welcome back, sweet smile o’ mine.