the complaint booth

you get a job
at the complaint
department.
taking on
the grumpy,
the tired, the poor
and weary,
the disenfranchised,
the sore losers.
angry drivers,
bitter travelers.
they all have
something to say.
so you listen
and listen,
sometimes you give
them a dollar
or a piece of
chocolate
and tell them to
go away. others
you smile at, and
tell them a joke
about the pope,
a nun and
a fishing boat.
it's a long day,
but you aren't
complaining.
seeing how miserable
so many people
are makes your
life seem swell.