Irony on the rocks with a twist...

Nothing to do but yawn
Waiting for Godot
Too much time on my hands
But never enough to make it worth my while

Caught in the endless HR shredder
Cut by players who don’t even know the game
Never getting past the gate
Never getting a foot in the door

A prisoner of economics
In line for a handout
While others starve
Still others thrive

No rhyme or reason
No logic to the scheme
Survival has no purpose
Only purpose found in greed

Masturbation passing the time
The phone rings, but not for me
Resumes scattered to the four winds
Cover letters shredded in the bin

Do what? Go Where? Meet Whom?
Nothing, Nowhere, No one.
Coffee stains and business cards
Symbolic execution

Something has to give
Make me an offer
I’ll be the sacrificial lamb
Gleefully led to the slaughter

Answers and questions
Interviews in pressed suits
Dry Cleaning tag still attached
Unnoticed, unbidden

Envelopes, fax machines, E-mails
The market pays no attention
News rumors transformed to fact
Perception is greater than fiction

Nothing new, something old
Nothing blue, something borrowed
No light at the end of the tunnel
Just another train

Keep beating around the Bush
Urination of silver spoon economics
Bully pulpit trickling down divine
Pure piss, now holy water, and wine

It isn’t as bad as it seems, after all
All is well, go about your business
Even if you have none to go about
Just pretend; it’s working for everyone else

Believe what you’re told
Why would we lie?
Don’t question us closely
Don’t call us, we won’t call you

Have a little faith
You too might be a fortunate son
Your fifteen minutes are up
That’s life in the new economy. . .

JSB
5-16-04

TANSTAAFL!

© 2004, J.S.Brown

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