Goodbye Labor

These fakers

stretch their arms for a hand shake

no thank you; goodbye

-

Here’s why:

-

in a few years, they’ll see me in their grocery store

maybe the back of my head

or bent over getting cans of black beans

from the bottom shelf,

-

they might want to call out my name

because I look so familiar

but they won’t remember me 

and anyway

I was looking in another direction

-

Goodbye labor, it’s time for me to go.

You’re on your own, and I’m on my own.

-

these fakers

might see me in my obituary

the striking image of a human suicide

that rolls around the stomach floor

like marbles in a glass vase

maybe his handsome face

won’t strike you

yet

the name might sound

familiar.

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  2. sonnateers365 said: (E) Hope you keep posting poems. And good luck with whatever comes next. :)
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    As someone who recently quit and didn’t but call in and say I quit, I think this poem puts the feeling of...
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