Little Drummer Boy

Orders, Orders and more Orders,
The General and his army of one,
Some orders absolutely pointless,
Others with a convoluted visible purpose,

Why eat in the dark on a pitch black night?
Why switch the light off to only switch it back on?
Why ring the bell if you have a key?

Why turn off the fryer, after frying some chips?
Why go to sleep early on a work night?
Why bother washing dishes?

Some days I bite my tongue,
Convinced that its for the best.
Ignoring the advice of the rest,
Nulling their protests with whispers of its for the best.

Other days I manage to mutter a protest,
But by my sense of duty it is soon silenced.
Or if not by duty, by hands raised,
Whilst I dream up my escape.