Wednesday, December 2, 2009

he's fifty

and we're not too different
but he's been cut by management
cost of living rises
and the pay keeps going down
see
yesterday he was complaining about not making enough
today he's being walked out by a fat lady
with a little box full of his shit
and tomorrow he'll be complaining about not making anything

and that's just the way of the world
isn't it
the weak and old who don't get paid enough
get fired in an instant so the young can pick up the slack
while he's
twenty grand in the hole for medical bills
but they didn't fix him, never will
they just gave him pills
to keep him alive long enough to buy more
pills

but enough about him
I'm twenty-four now and I should be making more money.

by Shannon Peil

1 comment:

  1. This is the first poem I've read by Shannon Pell.

    I certainly look forward to reading more.

    Donal Mahoney

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