The Cabin => Poetry => Topic started by: HomesickAlienPoet on
Title: Retirement Plan
Post by: HomesickAlienPoet on
I sit alone in my gray cubicle no windows to remind me I am not being properly compensated for the life I am losing The world is passing me by Dogs and Daughters are dying Fathers, Mothers, Sons, Brothers dying while my boss carelessly cuts, dissects my life in sequence for easy consumption by the corporation seconds turn into minutes minutes into hours hours into days days into weeks weeks into months months into years years into decades he is eating my life one thin, worn dime at a time and I am told when I am old enough to need it social security will no longer exist They will put we geezers out to pasture w/ no healthcare no life insurance all of our loved ones will be dead but we can eat all the grass we want.
Title: Retirement Plan
Post by: Chris on
This is quite sad, the raw emotion shouts out and several lines really stay fresh in my memory.
Keep \'em coming buddy!
Title: Retirement Plan
Post by: FrostyKitten on
This really resonates with me because that\'s how I felt working in a cubicle Thanks for sharing!
Title: Retirement Plan
Post by: cheeky~k8 on
It does flow really well together.I can see how it would relate anyone working alone day in day out.
Title: Retirement Plan
Post by: stewart alexander on