Print Job #802

Written By: Beak Wyatte

Life as an assistant is poor and grey
Sometimes I dont feel like assisting that day
its always "where is the assistant"
not, "how is the assistant"
I offer help but people dont trust me
I act unphased but their words, they crushed me
So I don my insulated gloves
and write about my woes the highs and lows
Thinking about it makes me fret on my own.