What a wicked life this can certainly be

I get so totally stressed I can barely see

Burning the candle at both ends of the stick

If I keep this up for long ill surely get sick

Working all day and then worrying myself at night

Worrying about a job that I won’t see till morning light

Employees working 24/7 and needing my assistance

I never get to rest, what has become of my existence

Sure I can take a holiday and sit back and relax

 But only to return busier re-tracing employees tracks

They know their jobs but don’t like to think

I wonder how they breathe or even blink

You did that job a hundred times before

But when I’m gone you act like your four

You didn’t remember a thing that I taught you

Good thing you wear slip-ons, you couldn’t tie a shoe

I know they say easier said than done

But when things are tough, don’t just run

Put in some effort and use common sense

Don’t head for the hills and jump the fence

It’s not my performance that stresses me so

It’s being responsible for others who don’t know

They don’t ever know right from wrong

I don’t think their employment will last too long

Please just let my mind get some rest

I don’t need to insist on being the best

But where would my money come from

I’ll be broke, just a joke, or even a bum

These are just some of the things that cause my stress

I have it all together, but my head seems a mess

My only reprieve is to have a love that warms my soul

Love will relieve my stress, and make my life seem whole