Short Laid Off Poems

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Premium Member The Rich Get Richer

So many crooks like old Madoff
From trusting folks they get paid off
The economy fell 
Yet their pockets still swell
and as for me, I am laid off
© Joe Inka  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Struggling

His stress is too much to take,
        drinking to self-medicate.
     Laid off from the job he loves
 Covid shutdown brings heartache


Date written: 02/03/2021
Form: Jueju

Premium Member Good Times Imperiled

   Today’s workplaces incommodious
   Laid off, the exuberant and joyous
     Atmosphere’s sterile
     Good times imperiled
   Efficiency’s drumbeat will destroy us
Form: Limerick

Unemployed Turmoil

Today they tell me
   I no longer have money--
      Congress, why is this?

A. Green

Workers all over the country who have been 
laid off are no longer receiving benefits. Guess
they want us to starve.
© Amy Green  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Senryu

Exhibitionist (On Purpose)

Showing off the ultimate bathing fright,
worked all winter preparing a delight.
Laid off the usual beer,
summer now finally here.
His Speedo package outrageous and tight!


*For the battle of the bulge contest.   It only takes one Speedo to ruin a day at the beach!
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Beating around the bush 'til I finally get to the point

      flamingoes on one foot balance
        talent like monkeys on bongos

      playin' clarinets are baboons
         raccoons a-hootin’ and a-swayin'

       lions on slide-trombones
          headphones catch them cryin’

       giraffes a-bangin' chimes
          Times of L.A. laid off its staff
Form: Rhyme

Frozen Bill

Laid off, Unemployed, no pay
No funds to pay the electric bill
Service disconnected. Temperatures plumeting
As night sets, snow and ice fall silently apon the eaves,
entombing the house.
Silent night plays, somewhere...
while his body freezes and life ends.


For Laura Mckenzie's contest winter's beauty/destruction
Form: Narrative

Recession

R--Resigned or laid-off from work?

E--Every wish and prayer  dedicated to job search;

C--Chopping unnecessary expenses,

S--Saving money for priotized spending__

S--Surviving the financial meltdown,

I--It was not easy to find money or food!

O--Our year of recession kept us busy with simple home jobs,

N--Necessary carefree routines.

chipepo lwele
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member Concrete Moses

He's a blue-collar artist supreme.
With a medium of drywall and wet concrete.
He was laid off when Build Back Better lost its gloss.
He occasionally does side jobs... tax-free.
The beard is unkempt; he flashes a tattooed head.
He's donning a third-trimester belly. 
That he calls Johnny Walker Red. 
It's going to be some time until his next masterpiece.

Sheltered

The day my life became sheltered
In the midst of a deadly virus
It’s killing hundreds and
Spreading like a raging wildfire
I have to stay inside
And keep my head together
And try not to think 
Of the worst
Even though it is the worse
This invisible virus seems
To be creeping all over
The place
Laid off work
Shortage of necessities
That’s very hard to find
But you hunt for them continuously
Turning my life upside down
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.

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