Jobs.

Because a little perspective wouldn't go astray.

A good man did his job today. He took a small, sharp knife;

With parents waiting, wracked with pain;

He made a cut inside a vein

Soon bluish skin turned pink again;

He saved a baby’s life.

An actress made a million bucks for playing someone’s wife.

A woman with a comfy chair and tissues close at hand,

Heard broken people talk all day;

She hardly had the strength to say,

She couldn’t take the pain away,

But she could understand.

A model won’t get out of bed for less than twenty grand.

Last night a guy with debts walked into bathroom stalls unseen.

He picked up sodden paper dropped,

Made sure the spew-stained floor was mopped,

The skid-marked, turd-blocked bogs unstopped,

And everything was clean.

An actor did his nut ‘cause someone moved during a scene.

Tomorrow, people in a lab will try to find an answer,

To why a small malignant cell,

Can feed and reproduce so well;

They’re getting close – soon tests will tell,

If they can starve a cancer.

A so-called star makes headlines posing as a ballroom dancer.