Employing him for seven jobs this year,
of course I grew acquainted with his brain.
The man for months was all too often here,
exhibiting cognition I’d complain
about, if I were to unleash a word
like overtalkative, obsessed, or vain.
But that feels futile and somewhat absurd –
I’d rather sing an alternate refrain.

He’s not dishonest, and he has some skill,
but carts an odd perspective with his stuff.
An issue’s never his fault, and he will
keep finding he can’t sort his time enough.
He failed to plan or listen well to me.
I turned him down and pocketed my key.