I started a
job at a pleasant place
Dozen trees,
a fat cat, a grouchy pup, people and all,
“Where you
from?” asked one, the one who showed me around
“Where your mother?”
asked another, a petite one
“What you
do? What you eat? Man, is that gum?”
“Any pets?
No boyfriend? Shoes how much?” asked another.
At first I
wished to tell them off
Or boast or
joke, say “shoes 11,000 dollars you bum!”
But on my
first day I had to be nice
If not they’ll
chop me off and my career they’d dice.
I knew so ‘cuz
I told one from my previous place “Yum, Italian mice”
When he
asked me what I was eating with my lunch time rice.
Next day, he
screwed up all my appointments, you see?
And complained
to the boss I kicked his weak knee.
It was such
a hassle to tell those new ones
Of my
history, family, hobbies, habits and pets
Why people
get so nosey I don’t understand
It maybe
because they’re scared maybe I look like a criminal brand
“Wear your
hair up in a bun. Don’t apply lipstick or paint your thumb”
“No
sunglasses when you are traveling far”
“Flat shoes
ok? Get permission from your Ma!”
“Say ‘sir’
when you talk to your boss”
“You want
PhD? What about children? Your loss!”
“Why women
want degree when they are going to marry?”
“Oh, child!
Why you questioning about the salary?”
“Don’t wrap
your meal in tin foil, such a waste!”
“Tell your clients
to stand by the gate”
It took me
months to process all these laws
Of a ‘typical’
institution, full of mules! (Oh yes I’m mad!)
Why not
leave me to be and my lose hair for a while,
Let me do my
job well and live life fine?
No, I don’t weigh
a ton; no I haven’t colored my hair
Why is my parent’s
origin such a curious affair?
So, I have a pet snake, does it interfere with
my job?
Do my pointy
shoes make my typing any slow?
Or my lipstick
make my brain waves blur?
Seriously,
people should stop being such snobs
And expect
all else to stick to the so-called norms
So long as I
look decent and do my job
It shouldn’t bother them, they should (Polite request)
shut up! 
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