I’m being attack by a social Psoriasis
The skin of my decorum is dry and cracked
As too much information is tightly packed
Demanding folk, begin to panic and fuss
And my mind fills with extraneous puss
Daily hassles from the public community
Please accept my pleas for private immunity
All business suit business tie and socks
Selling irritable annoyance with itchy pox
My tetchiness spreads as more start hatching
They’re under my skin but I can’t’ start scratching
The way they dismiss me is verging on obscene
Looking down their noses as if we are gangrene
If I had insecticide I have them all sprayed
Maybe I shouldn’t be in the customer services trade
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