The Cubicle

The new economic reality.

The Cubicle

 

By Elton Camp

 

I get tired of hearing from whinny folk

Who think their job will them choke

“It’s not the type of work I hoped to do.

It’s unworthy for me to put my time into.”

 

Every employment has its up and down

There’s no perfect position to be found

Some view their work as a prison cell

Where they must endure a living hell

 

I worked for years and could feel that way

But with my job I always managed to stay

There’s none else who support will be giving

As if the world somehow owed me a living

 

The economy staying so terribly unsound

There are few decent jobs that can be found

So those who have benefits plus good pay

Should be very thankful that it is that way

 

If your job you should decide to leave

It’s probable that you will come to grieve

The initial surge of freedom you’d feel

Will vanish when the results become real

 

When for food stamps you have to apply

And the provision of Medicaid you try

Luxuries you will never enjoy anymore

And you’ll very soon wish it was as before

 

But someone else your good job did fill

And you will ever so surely go downhill

Stocking shelves or cleaning off a table

To find only such jobs will you be able

 

Your situation will prove to be much worse

And your folly, far too late, you will curse

So get wise and don’t make such a mistake

Bring on yourself much needless heartache