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          By David Michael Jackson


I hear voices outside my cubicle.
They are talking work.
They have no work talk for me
for I am being downsized .
I was big,
I was busy,
I was useful.
Now I am small
for I am being downsized.
  I have almost nothing to do
.......I hear people passing by my
  I recognize their voices
and say to my self..."That's so and
so. They are keeping them.
They are worthwhile."
I hear them talking
about work......
I am
Oh I was so big.
I carried the company's future
on my broad
I walked with other giants
and spoke of 12 hour days and
reports to even bigger giants,
now long
  There's no
telling how long it will take me
 to get enough self-confidence
 to get
another job.
  I may have had some once.
 and self-respect,
so long ago, I
don't remember any more.

So let's go!
Downsize my ass
and get me
of here.
(Get yourself out of here you fool)
How did you come to this,
a downsized fool in a downsized cubicle
in a downsized world


Copyright © 1998 by David Michael Jackson, Originally published at


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