Where are these trophies I keep hearing about?
Laid off.
Thrown away.
I don’t feel
Very good today.
Time to find
Another job.
A long-term gig,
A bank to rob.
Nineteen years,
Down the drain.
I need something
To ease the pain.
So much time,
On the treadle,
So where is my
Participation medal?
Author: Blind John Ellsworth
Blind John Ellsworth (1960- ), a (questionable) poet and sometimes Texas bluesman. He has recorded one spoken-word album (thankfully unreleased), since he is still trying to learn to play guitar. (Lack of musical skills is what makes him a poet and not a lyricist. Plus, he can’t write music.)
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