Jobsworth

Jobsworth -
A small life went wrong.
Somewhere, behind those angry eyes,
There must have been dreams,
But the dreams have all gone.
Now you make people’s lives a misery,
Treading the tram-line rules,
Treating as a weapon your little knowledge on a small thing.
It’s an excuse to let the hatred out.
You escalate with as much skill as a fisherman playing a fish,
Luring into the dark weeds of deeper, more formidable rules
Your naive prey.
There’s always the hope, then, that you’ll catch a Big One
At the end of your mean-lived day.

This verse was inspired by a bank worker who’d clearly decided that I was asking for too much, and took great delight in making everything as difficult as possible. I could see in her eyes where we were heading, so kept my annoyance factor just below the level where she could pounce.
Maybe that makes me a jobsworth