That Dent Is Sad

She loves a man who loves his work,
She says. Alas, her love’s a jerk
Who somewhat too much glee derives
From bringing pain to people’s lives.
Ensmiling faces is his biz;
Too often, though, the smile is his
As theirs he prods with hooks of steel
While asking, sweetly, “How’s that feel?”
IT HURTS!! they madly, mutely cry.
He loves his job. She loves him. Why?

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Silliness is good
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