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The Lay Off

We heard the buzz
A certain fly with hear on the wall
Twitters what was
The sorrow to come after the fall 
And all my life
Suddenly undefined and summed up
In a new strife
"We have to let you go." And we sup
Nothing but shame
Before the eyes of wife and children
The empty frame
Of manhood like a rag, and heaven
Silent just stared
At the end of fragile dignity
Jobless and scared
In a small scraps of identity. 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 2/9/2010 5:44:00 PM
another type of Haiti. john
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Date: 1/7/2010 8:55:00 AM
yes very blunt and haunting, we are all so close to desolation. It is scary.
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Date: 1/7/2010 7:54:00 AM
Your poem tells it so truthfully...Marty
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