Established 1971
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Poem: Retirement
He couldn't
cut the mustard
anymore.
Management told him
he was
"a lazy,
good for nothing."
That he was a bore.
No "gold watch".
No "green pasture".
Just his
back end
slapped
by the door.
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