Recession
No more calluses on my hands
No more aching back
No more punchin’ in and out
No more keeping’ track
No more places I have to be
No more rear ends to kiss
No more feelin’ necessary
No more work to miss
No more wishin’ I could be fishin’
No more doin’ what I don’t want to do
No more slavin’
No more savin’
No more shavin’…at least
No more than I want to
No more keeping’ up with the Joneses
No more going down with the ship
No more botherin’ to zip up my zipper
No more really givin a s#*t
No more takin’ one for the gipper
No more takin’ one for the team
No more tryin’ to be way more hipper
No more tryin’…
to live the dream
poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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