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Another day of odd jobs and doing what he’s told
Another week of boom mics and not thinking of growing old
Another month of coffee orders and of errand runs to spare
Another year of task after task, of bosses who never really care
Another year of finding interviews and always filming shows
Another month of fake smiles and happiness found only in a pose
Another week of late night editing that never seems to end
Another day of workloads that send him round the bend
Sometimes he wonders what’s the point in finishing what he started
Sometimes he can’t help but ponder what they would miss if he departed
They would miss the one man lighting crew, the dazzling gameshow host
They would miss the simple errand boy, their grocery pickup the most
They would notice when the paperwork began to pile up
But they never really noticed when he started giving up
They wouldn’t miss the distracted schoolboy found in every office meeting
They wouldn’t miss the awkwardness in every hallway greeting
He doesn’t know what they’d miss more, the showman or the beast
But the thing he knows for certain is that they’d all miss Bim the least