I Got A New Job Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Finally, I worked hard and got myself a permanent role.
Sure beats being on the dole.
It isn't like my lost job.
Where I felt like a number,
A deep and scary slumber,
Eyes wide open
Watching pepole from all sorts of walks
making claims and messing up.
I got stressed out by them and my so called colleagues.
But my new buddies are the best
21 days - still having a laugh
thought i never this day where i'd enjoy my job.