Sacked Poem by Donal Mahoney

Sacked



When we hire people, we like to know
their limitations, said Mr. Acre,
commandant of personnel.

Look at Phil with his arm and hook.
We could see the problem when we hired him.
We've hired others with limitations

not as obvious and that has backfired.
You and I have limitations no one can see.
If ours were obvious, someone might

call the cops to come and get us.
I’m in charge so here’s your severance.
Box up your stuff and go away.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: jobs,surrealism ,work
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