Something has to give

After hours of frustration

Hours of thankless toil

Where are the fruits?

Trust and rapport built

Through days of understanding

Days of convincing

Evaporate at the eleventh hour

Causing me to tear my hair out

And start all over again

But are my efforts recognized?

Do all those hours count?

Apparently, not for the one in charge

For him, only numbers matter

Only money matters

Where are the results, he says

Where is the paycheck, I say

My patience, strained like an elastic band

Finally snaps with a loud crack

Something has to give, after all