a poem or an entry?

I escape in my lunch hour
deaths, couples who should break up [Insert names here]
couples who are great together [Insert names here]
my mouth wants to say so much
but I know I should hold back
lunch on the go--
listening to the radio in the car
I want a relationship with my dad
♫ Re-con-ciliation ♫
mmmm my chicken sandwich smells good.

My current work experience makes me numb to
my favorite past time of helping people.
I used to LOVE what I do.
Serving people with a joyous heart
I serve people Now.
Where's the joy?
I serve AN American
every 5 minutes(that's my time limit)
that complains abotu not being served
within 3,
who are desperate
who are richer than they relize
if they just budget their wealth!
LOL--where is the Love?