You Are Being Monitored for Quality Assurance

You are being monitored for quality assurance This call is important, please stay on the line Every carbon byte they press to a clipboard Hope you’re happy, Mr. Average, in the margins they designed Smile polite, tow the guidelines close behind They're tallying up my laughter on reels behind glass Notes scribbled in margins every time I pass A carnival of late night playlists, close enough for court I wave to the security cam in the breakfast aisle just for sport Would it kill somebody to smile, sometimes? It's all been recorded, I know this because There’re points awarded for everything I was Six towels laundered, three nights breathless again You can’t poach happiness with certified men Should I raise my hand, confess I’ve bent the data? Does it bother them, they weren’t at my first dance either? Your algorithm tells you when I chew too fast Every face I make, dying up in some GIF Would you clean me out if I stopped performing tricks? Honey, am I cleared to feel like this? Somewhere there’s protocol for crying after 4 a.m. Blending with the pantry lights and my awkward attempts You could weaponize my secrets if the contract fits FP-101 says sorry, but our terms permit the hits Yes, all terms permit the hits If we grade the conversation, I’m missing twice the charm The focus group agrees my punchlines ache for harm Still that little red light pivots where I brush my teeth Endless inventory, I can’t surprise a dream What do I tip someday who'll recognize my worst? Did we sign for this, or does intent matter first? Your recap says Monday, but now it's déjà vu Gave my soul for points on some Points for Breathing queue Why’s your pen so nervous by my not-good-enough lips? Honey, am I rated fine like this? I’ll improvise a story and shake for stability tests Quick: can nostalgia bruise? Can your playback feel my sweat? Run another simulation, lets's agree I exist But did my vote get counted, or did we just submit? Your database wants answers straight from my gut Every tantrum flagged with a sympathy cut Can you spare an instinct for my irregular blues? Honey, I’m vowed to forget my cues. If you catch a good angle, print it before you leave Stack my little stories up on terminal green I hope the review is honest, give it to me plain Am I trying too hard, or is this just the game? Just the game, don’t you think? Hey, come on, you saw this coming