Be flexible, my boss had said
And you will get a bonus
Work on the weekends, use your head
The deadline’s right upon us
Be flexible, my girlfriend said,
It’ll only be on weekends
You know we need to make some bread
I’ll party, but with your friends
Be flexible, my mother said
You look so great together
When are you getting newlywed
Don’t wait for stormy weather
Be flexible, my preacher said
And turn the other cheek
Besides, what will you do instead
You don’t want to look meek
I’ve listened to the great advice
They say: you’ve meant to irk us
But I was trying to be nice
Now working at the circus
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2784979-Bending-over-backwards
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