Commuter

When queried what it is I do
To earn my livelihood,
I answer with my tongue in cheek
(My diction's not real good).

I do rise up in the morning,
Put on a suit of clothes,
And eat my breakfast quickly, as
I watch the morning shows.

'Tis then I take my auto,
Depart from my abode
And join my colleagues everyday
Out there upon the road.

We glance at one another, and
We cut each other off,
And scream and yell and rant and rave
And at each other scoff.

Then when we reach our offices
We do a little lunch,
And talk about our morning drive,
Our time clocks then we punch.

Then back out to the highway, where
We curse and spit and swear.
To reach our homes in safety, and
In no time, we are there.

My title of vice president
Is somewhat incorrect.
I'm really a commuter, and
Demand my due respect!