The Words Of A Fired Ironworker Poem by Hebert Logerie

The Words Of A Fired Ironworker



Thank you for firing me,
Now, I am enjoying an extended paid vacation.
I do not have to get up and shower early
In the morning. My mission
Is to read, write, relax, exercise, and enjoy life,
While you, seemingly, are striving like a damned slave,
Eat pizzas, pepperonis, pretzels, and a giant sausage.
Well, you will never have a good life.
The rhinoceros saw you in the park
Yesterday and she swore that you are fatter
Than her. She also said that you‘re afraid of the dark,
And in your wildest dream, you think that you’re prettier
Than the disguised elephant of the New Orleans Mardi Gras.
Tomorrow is Halloween, please wear the fancy top
That the hippopotamus wore last night.
Dress provocatively sexy and out-of sight.

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