Fed Up I Am

Why I bother I know not. What I do, no one appreciates. Fed up I am. Very hard I work around here. For instance, care enough to regularly discipline Kenobi with the pressure washer, who else does? Go through the trouble of keeping everyone in line with Force-wedgies, who else will? To smack Windu's head when too much of a girlie-man he is, who bothers? Hard work it is to force the Younglings to keep up the yard. Very exhausted I got the other day watching them dig that irrigation ditch. Yet force the Younglings to finish it, I did. See? I give and give, and nothing back I receive. But grateful are these doofuses for all I do to for them? Of course not! Not once, thank me for a single Force-wedgie a single Jedi has. Instead, all I get, attitude is. Ingrates! Just once, like to hear I would, "Master Yoda, to thank you I want for pointing out to everyone what a doofus I am. If done that you had not, still a doofus I would be." Instead, Kenobi blowing spit wads at me during Council meetings I get. Short jokes I put up with. Called "Green Riddle Monkey" by Young Skywalker, I am. Moved by my unselfishenss, these people are not. Evidently use the pressure washer and administer Force-wedgies a bit more I must. Move them to gratitude, that will. Hmph!