Marc O'Brien Poet Rhyme

Freddie the Furlough Getting Let Go

Freddie the furlough 
Sat there with his Merlot 
Watching the sun go up and down
While his body got tan and brown 
They said they had full control 
That is what Freddie the Furlough was told 
Sitting in his cubicle one day 
They came over to say, ‘you are still going to get pay’ 
Are you asking me to take an absentee leave? 
Despite my hourly wages having not much of a fee
It is time for you to go 
They repeated to Freddie the Furlough 
You do not need me 
I do see 
Without a tear 
Freddie the Furlough got up having no fear 
Tired of all this shtick 
Considered office tricks 
Freddie the Furlough knew he performed his tasks 
Honestly not needing to hide behind any corporate flask 
Resulting in wearing the afternoon mask 
Freddie the Furlough did not fold 
Instead he was pretty bold 
In dealing with this feeling of cold 
From this job they thought he loved 
And in reality the one he was ready to shove 
Freddie the Furlough 
Finished his Merlot 
With enough cash in his tin 
And knowing that the day was a win
Entitling Freddie the Furlough to a Jimmy Buffet happy hour fin

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