Polly ticks

Sweet hello's
and sweet goodbye's
A ton of hidden hate where the sun don't shine

Workplace pretenders
simultaneously trying to end you
as Polly ticks off her to do list, under the desk people form fists

Illusional happy clappy
Vendettas and reprisals start filling in the nappies
We are babies crying and whinging, life gives us a slapping

Yet some hide the tears and plan revenge like snakes
serve it with a smile and a heavy handshake
Their only satisfaction is to break you as Polly ticks off her to do list