A ring of keys on my left hand,
I open the door with the access chip,
The keys janggling as I do my rounds.
Ground floor, second floor, and the third,
Thank God I have no business at the fourth,
And certainly also none in the basement.
I swore I signed up for the CMT position,
Not for accounting, purchasing or marketing,
Yet here I am, juggling tasks,
Wondering what it is I am doing.
I appreciate the trust and high expectations,
My bosses are nice, supportive and generous,
But I hope the others could do their jobs.
My keys jangle as I do my rounds,
Making music like a tambourine,
Announcing my arrival.
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