Long Pink slip Poems
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She jumps into the fray
Pretending to be witty and bright
Hoping someone will like her
It is her fourth new job in six months
She will probably be hated
There are weird smiles already
And she has not been training for more than an hour
She begins frowning
For it is difficult to smile
When everyone is against you
Is everything all right? Her new boss asks.
His face has turned ugly. He looks older now.
Meaner somehow. She realizes she has not taken her lithium.
I hate you all! She says, running out screaming.
Knowing the assholes will pink slip her.
Because they are flipp'n bullies.
inside of the line of fire
i recognize my mistakes
i wish that i would have corrected them earlier
a woman's mind and expression while hurt will render you speechless like a broken heart in post
the afterthought and the aftermath will kill you slowly if you choose to remain helpless and lost
inside the line of fire
i find out what love truly is
my pink slip was written on a stone cracked slightly in the middle in solidified pepto bismol
a woman's mind and expression while hurt will render you speechless like a broken heart in post
the afterthought and the aftermath will kill you slowly if you choose to remain helpless and lost
inside the line of fire
i seek the Lord for Prayer and Guidance
He tells me i must exit, deal, and learns from my scars of truth and revelation
a woman's mind and expression while hurt will render you speechless like a broken heart in post
the afterthought and the aftermath will kill you slowly if you choose to remain helpless and lost
outside the line of fire
the Lord can save your soul
of His Presence i will never tire
He AllWays Makes Me Whole
I spent a night in Somnia
which put me to the test
The lodgings were luxurious
but I could find no rest
They said it was a quiet town
I fell for all their ploys
And all the stupid sheep I tried to count
made too much noise
Minutes ticking into hours
All my dreams were lost
And like a stir-fry vegetable
is how I turned and tossed
That cheap motel in Somnia
was just a tourist trap
No matter how I tried
I couldn't even take a nap
So I had a cup of coffee
waiting for the sun to rise
The night was finally over
as I rubbed my bloodshot eyes
Now here I am in Sanity
the company where I work
I'm staring at computer screens
and feeling like a jerk
Too many nights in Somnia
have made me hit a wall
Oh great! Here comes my manager
The pink slip says it all!
I thought that she was smiling at me
Until I saw her reaching for the Tums
I thought that she was giving me a wink
Until I saw the contact sitting on her thumb
I thought that she was waving at me
Until I saw the bee buzzing round her head
I thought that she was picking flowers for me
Until I noticed that they all were dead
I thought I had won the lottery
Until I saw the ticket was just a trick
I thought I was going to own Excalibur
Until I couldn’t budge it even a bit
I thought I was getting promoted
Until the pink slip did arrive
I thought I was backing away from the wall
Until I saw the gear shift sitting on Drive
I thought that I had won the game
Until I looked up at the scoreboard
I thought that I was getting a new car
Until I figured out it was more than I could afford
I thought that I was writing a masterpiece
Until I reread the manuscript
I thought that it would come up heads
Until I saw the tails at the end of the flip
By the end of August or early September,
I'll be handed a pink slip, to keep my sanity:
I must be a quick thinker to help me see clearer;
many plans scribbled on my lineless pad:
good fortune and willingness are needed on my path,
and wouldn't this be the harshest test?
Here's my chance to try something new,
to grab the first thing which comes into view;
and stubborn and headstrong as I am, with this unchangeable vanity,
where the thoughts of uncertainty would lead me?
Expanding my horizons into the furthest blue,
sticking to impossible tasks and repeating the mistakes I can't undo;
sharing my concept with someone with a great insight,
should ease my worries and accomplish much!
Suggestions and hints, to advance into my endeavors,
I'll take from the literary greats and their struggles will entwin mine;
and reading successful stories of published poets and novelists,
will entice my excitement and show me that positivel sign!
Gather friends and let's discuss this matter further with sincere esteem,
your advice will bring a breath of fresh air to a stale room,
come and rescue me from the pit I have fallen into;
lay out your ideas and draw the map from which I will depart,
the longest jeourney I am willing and able to take,
despite the unseen perils, wonders and probable heartbreaks!
Who wouldn't follow his vocation and turn it into a most unbelievable dream?
Besides, being unrealistic and skeptical: I am expanding my horizons!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
They assigned me to write a sonnet about the life of a drunken writer
whose dream wouldn't shatter, but his foolishness wasn't in the past tense;
he spent endless hours reading blogs of people who didn't make sense...
in chat rooms, he found geeks, charlatans, and a casual liar.
These are the ones who can text all day as kids do for fun...
what's the excuse for being late and perform with a brainless head?
Here's proof of his laziness: he didn't write anything to earn his bread.
" Wake up, your work is piling up...you snore like pigs in a barn! "
The co-worker in the next booth sneered as the boss approached Fred
who stuttered and tried to explain why he couldn't get the work done...
while his breath stunk and couldn't stand him looking awfully mad.
" I need that article by tomorrow, or you'll get a pink slip and are gone! "
" Sir, the last article was a hit...you liked that sex-pot with those boobs! "
" Why can't I write about today's generation who have the speed of raccoons? "
Dear Tenure for Teachers,
You need to abolish yourself.
Be honorable and do the right thing.
Overdose on morphine or jump off a cliff into a den of wild wolves.
The good teachers do not need you.
You are around to help the ones who need to leave the profession.
You have saturated our profession with unprofessionalism.
In any other business, the ones who are inept, lazy, and chronically late are dismissed.
Fired, sent home, given a pink slip.
You have ruined our profession, made us a laughing stock.
Please take your leave, vamoose, disappear.
Do the right thing. Be honorable for the first time ever.
Signed, a Teacher who Cannot Imagine
Why we Developed Tenure in the First Place
My supervisor is a young, soft-spoken Asian gal...
Who averted my eyes as she handed me
my end-of-the-year "compensation award statement".
For working weekends and holidays
Being an absentee on birthdays and even funerals.
Despite the company riding the gilded air currents
like a diamond-studded albatross,
I'd be getting a seventy-three-cent-an-hour raise.
I met her eyes and said,
"a bag of M&MS in the vending machine
cost a buck twenty-five".
She exited the room quicker than a nervous giggle.
She was once one of us. Now she's one of them.
Since the promotion, she's put on about 15 pounds.
Her face is breaking out. She doesn't smile much anymore.
I suppose seventy-three cents an hour
is better than her giving me the pink slip.
About two years ago today...
A day like any other day...
My whole entire world
was turned
Upside down.
My Job was eliminated on that day...
My Health Care was taken away
and nothing...nothing...NOTHING
has ever been the same.
Since I got the pink slip...
it's been hard every day
and even the skies
haven't looked so blue anymore.
If you read the Morning News...
they say no one should have the blues...
but when you're in the back of a welfare line...
I can tell you from experience...
No matter what they say
Things just don't seem to be all that fine.
Copyright Christine A Kysely November 14, 2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
If I tell you I love you
Would you believe me?
Ahh how can I love you?
I don't even know you
Lol
If I say your name
Do you know who I'll be calling?
You have many names
Haha
If I say the sun and the moon shine in your eyes
Do you know what I am talking about?
I am talking about moonshine and sunshine, my dear
Give me some liquors, will ya?
Ahh I don't drink
Just because I am infatuated with you
does not mean in fat u ate whatever you want
I am watching my figure
Lol
I am taking a vacation soon
Going to vacate my cubicle
It's been seeing me too long
And it wants a breather
Ha me too
Who wants to be there anyway?
Just kidding
Don't want my boss to see this
May get a pink slip tomorrow lol
Do the do's know what the don't's is doing?
Why is it don't do but it's never do don't
Ahh but if you say do dong that is a different story
Better keep it clean
We have kids around here
Somebody told me that before
Oh Tim you are hearing me?