Slogging Hard

An MSN conversation:

D: I'm a pathetic piece of shit.
WJ: If you are, I must be a bigger piece. I belong to a sunset industry. If yours is a sunset industry, mine has to be a nightfall one.
D: China is booming.
WJ: I am not a bicultural talent. A bicultural talent is one who is bilingual and studies "useful" disciplines such as the sciences, engineering and business. I am not needed.

I was on the train in the evening, during which most commuters knocked off from work and were heading home. I heard things like:

"You know ah, that colleague of mine never does anything. So I do everything and people know it. But she is still like this. Never change. Damn pissed off leh."

"He was wrong lah. But he kept arguing with us. I think he didn't know what was going on, or he simply wanted his way lah."

Working life must be tough. Countless adults grumbling and complaining about their colleagues and bosses after work.

If I am a useful piece of poop, I can at least help expel some toxic waste out of the body.

Since I am not, why not I stay on in the rectum, and remain silent without causing harm to the body in which I inhabit?