I Hope It Don’t Suck

Morning dawns, the truck's a beast of burden,

Rolling down the highway, engines hum, never uncertain.

Checklist ready, hoping for no surprises,

Depots calling, and the customer-file rises.

I hope it don't suck, gut instincts in luck,

It's a movers' marathon, from block to block.

Square cow’s on the clock, let's lift and rock,

Quoting it right, hoping they smile and mock not.

Boxes stacked like dreams in disarray,

Wrapping memories, carrying their yesterday.

Sweat on brow, not here to play the clown,

Hope the numbers align, and the tips don't let us down.

Hallways narrow, but spirits never bow,

Every step a challenge, but we know the "how."

Anxiety churns as we pray for kindness,

Customers' frowns can leave a lingering blindness.

I hope it don't suck, gut instincts in luck,

It's a movers' marathon, from block to block.

Square cow’s on the clock, let's lift and rock,

Quoting it right, hoping they smile and mock not.

A tapestry of lives in every box and crate,

Our hands embrace the weight of every hidden fate.

Negotiations whispered over coffee stains,

Praying today their patience remains remains.

So we roll with grace, hoping for a smooth pace,

In a world of hustle, seeking our own space.

May the roads be smooth, may the rain refrain,

Square cows pushing forth, in sunshine or rain.