by Joan Pond
I’ve had it with this job,
my last day was the finest of the year.
I said goodbye to the boss
and tossed aside cares and woes.
not enough quarters for the meter.
I’m no longer meting time,
it’s mine for awhile.
I’ll bask in this abyss;
They do say ignorance is bliss
and so here I shall remain.
I’m glad I’m not ‘there’.
Your former employee.
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