'You'Re Fired! ' Poem by Stan Petrovich
'You'Re Fired! '
The Duckster...
Born choking with cash,
even sent to military school,
like some damned fool,
he breathes nothing but hot air
into a buzzard's environment,
a whimpering Presbyterian ('Oh, so nice! ')
A face like a Roman spear,
clothes made in China,
ashes to ashes,
I can see him as a swaddling cloth in the mirror,
his hair combing itself back.
Be careful, he might even
steal your ego.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/25/2026 4:04:40 PM # rel_20260825T124344Z_022792b
well said baby gal! xo