My Job
My job exists
So you are happy
And everything is clean.
Thanking me
Is going out of your way
But complaining
Is the only way you will.
You won't notice me
But that's okay.
Because guess what,
I don't notice you either.
I like doing my job
It makes it a little better
And a little easier for the people who matter.
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