Redundancy Poem by Frank Bana

Dead weight on the scale
Surplus to our need
Zero value add
A budgetary drag
Fat to be cut back
Fat cat in a sack
With all the other cats
Clawing for the scraps

We're a family firm
With a fair and legal code
But once you've been deleted
You're out on your own
Dangled from a cliff
Eyeing the abyss
Life kept right on hold
Heart up in your mouth
While we drag it out

Prodded, pricked and poked
Did you rack up the score?
Fit for our new mould?
Now don't be the wrong colour
If you're too young or too old
You'll find yourself redundant
Set out in the cold.