Performed at the ‘A Load of Poets’ open mic poetry night at 1200 Postcards, Hastings, on 14th September 2023.
I wrote this rhyme
on company time;
Am I now a professional writer?
It’s not exactly highly paid –
Money couldn’t be tighter.
I sold my soul
to get off the dole;
Surrendered to market forces.
Went on shitty training courses.
Got a job,
Shut my gob,
Said yes to the boss,
Though he was a nob.
I’ve worked my life throughout,
Day in, day out.
In return for hours of alienation
I get remuneration
Which rises slower than inflation.
My bonuses are a humiliation.
It’s a honey trap,
But the money’s crap.
I want to do something else –
Something for myself –
So I’ve quietly quit
That working shit.
I’m still on the payroll,
But I contribute sod all.
They said to go and work from home,
Gave me a laptop and a phone;
But my study is a cell,
A comfortable prison hell.
I feel incarcerated,
an animal domesticated.
I sulk and I rage,
Rattle the bars of my cage.
I don’t go into any office
I stay in bed and take the piss.
It’s anarchy all bloody day;
I don’t let work get in the way.
I do just enough,
Then work on other stuff –
Write a poem, read a book;
I don’t really give a fuck.
I search for the meaning of life, but fail
I can’t find it in zoom calls and email.
I don’t care about the company’s sales,
I don’t mind if the business fails.
I’m hanging on by my fingernails.
I’m a career fatality
With a negative mentality.
Sack me, please!
I want to walk among trees,
and swim in salty seas.
Make me redundant –
My thanks would be abundant.
I’m counting the days
Until I can laze
On a beach in early retirement;
It’s the only idea
In the working year
That gives me any excitement.
Oh, wait –
The mortgage payment’s late.
I need to stay
For just one more payday.
Christmas is near.
Maybe one more year,
Then I’ll quit
this shit.
I’d become a monk,
Make art from junk
That would never sell;
My finances would go to hell.
I’d take up Pilates,
Throw three-day parties.
I’d be out on the street,
With nothing to eat,
But at least I’d be free
Of this soul-destroying
corporate
drudgery.
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