Retirement Poem by C.R. Ebowski

A shot of tequila
Rinsed with bourbon
Settles my stomach

Crackling of my neck
With a swift movement
Is my trademark

Humming of the streets
Settles the nerves
Of my job

The useless mindset
Takes over my being
Steadying my hand

Perfect vision progresses
Guaranteeing success
Of my paid job

The ten o’clock news
Headlines blare
Echoing my existence

I open my bank account
Revealing the final payment
Accepted in full

When I once felt safe
The nightmare is now real
Retirement to hell