Conversations with Job

Jobs?
We all have jobs
Your job is to be
somebody's money
Your job is to count
somebody's money
Your job is to count
counting somebody's money
Your job is to make
sure somebody is not
watching somebody
count somebody's money
Your job
is to keep
counting
on money
that never
comes
My job is to not
make you feel uncomfortable
Surely you're not frightened
by my costume
Just some old rags
I put together
with newspapers
I'm here to tell you
how comfortable you
will feel sleeping on concrete
I'm here to fluff the curb for you
escort you to the fire hydrant
to brush your teeth and wash your face
I'm here to bring you warm stale droplets
from empty beer cans
show you where you can
turn them in for nickels
or make shoes of them
I'm here to tuck you under
that cardboard box
and tell you bedtime stories
on how the Dow Jones Average
has reached an all time
high and how AT&T
layed off thousands
so you won't be lonely
and feel like you're in
the minority
I'm here to share
the crumb of a donut
that officer left
on the street
I'm here to get
your concrete slab
ready to fluff
the curb tuck you
in that cardboard box
snug as a bug
in a rug
I'm here
to welcome
you home
I'm here
to not make
you feel
uncomfortable