Analysis of My Calling

They shove Work in my face
And always cut me down.
When they get on my case,
I simply drive to town.

They give me a weird look,
But they don't understand.
A pen and a notebook,
I carry in my hand.

So if they start to curse,
I will just go and find
Where I can write a verse,
When it comes to my mind.

It's something I must do
Which is hard to explain.
All those mean words from you,
For years I stood the pain.