Walt hates my guts because I think that Public Service means just that.
I’m used to helping people in the private sector, like to help them.
He sees my stance naïve, making a rod for him and everybody else.
The department pays lip service to King Public but that’s gilded cant.
Joe Public is a nuisance. Unadmitted! But a nuisance just the same.
Refer to Walt a case that rightfully is his and he’ll refuse it angrily.
Tell me to, “Handle it yourself,” and when I do I’m still offside.
My case approach entirely mishandled, his comments scathing.
Though everything I do is wrong, most work seems to fall my way.
Walt, diligent for mates, has made a special art of dragging feet.
Three times a year we officers all gather for a conference.
The one pervasive topic is the loud moan over case loads.
Not from me, easily doubling the work of major moaners
With ample time to spare.But that is something no-one wants to hear.
Official claims are ‘under-funded, under-staffed, and over-worked.’
With mediocrity accepted norm and network cronyism
An even halfway-proper job is threat, a head to lop. My head!
I’m warned that work-time extra-mural study means dismissal
Though Walt spends Friday mornings picking nags for Saturday.
He’s one of ’them’ and only sacked if he starts shooting clients.