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Mark Vigna Poem
Labor: Before, During, and After
Work squatted, brute and plump, before him.
Work said: ‘I’ll be here all day; I’ll eat your food,
Drink your beer, smoke your pipe.
I’ll languish while you carry me.”
Labor replied: “Suit yourself my friend,
I will pave the roads and erect the buildings
While you languish on my back.”
Labor carried work proudly,
Each and every day,
But grew weary as time went by.
Work grew fatter and fatter
Eating labors food and
Drinking labors beer.
One day, work jumped down
From labors back.
Labor never even realized it.
Labor continued walking,
Hunched over, like it still had work to carry.
Work said: “I am leaving you now.
You are all used up. You will
Never see me again, but I’ll
Bet you will continue looking for me.”
Copyright © Mark Vigna | Year Posted 2014
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Mark Vigna Poem
Serendipity
I spent all afternoon just filling out the application.
Actually it was about twenty five minutes if you don’t
count the time waiting in line to fill it out.
The damn thing was four pages long, and they gave me a little pencil,
like the ones they give out on golf courses, to fill it out with.
Some of the questions made me chuckle when I read them.
“Tell us about your past work experience.”
“How many licenses/certificates do you hold?”
“How many wpm can you type?”
That one made me laugh out loud.
I was applying for a job driving a hi-lo.
The Supervisor in charge of collecting the completed applications
looked at me and smiled.
The one that really got me though was the one in the section they called the
“Employment Agreement”.
It read: “Upon condition of employment would you be willing to submit
to a background check and drug test.”
Submit, I thought, that word was ironic.
Yeah, I’ll stay up all night studying for the ‘drug test.’
I laughed so hard that I almost peed my pants.
When I finished, I handed it to the Supervisor.
She told me that she couldn’t help notice how much pleasure I
expressed in filling out the application.
I told her I hadn’t worked in a little while.
She said, “Well, we are looking for enthusiastic types.
I’ll put your application in the ‘special’ pile.
I’ll go out on a limb and recommend you for the job.”
I thanked her.
She said she thought I would do well.
She said I seemed like the happy type.
I told her, Yeah, that’s me, happy.
Copyright © Mark Vigna | Year Posted 2014
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