Not Special
Listen close.
You are not special.
You are not different.
You are not God's gift to the fire service.
You are you.
You build you.
You listen to you.
In between your ears lies the little man in a recliner.
Chilling.
Napping.
Worthless.
Only you can hear that lazy, lying, boring bastard.
And when the bell rings, the public gets what you've made.
Turn off that noise.
Burn the recliners.
Get moving.
They need you to.
We'll see you at the work.
Train or Die.