Boardroom to Boredom

A poem about a mans life spent in a corporation only to find nothing at the end

Oh great corporate one, you have made me feel safe

since the day I began as a tender young waif

you’ve breast-fed me salary and shares all these years

 pension and benefits; a car with six gears 

 

I labour so hard in this polite company

 charging our clients a fat hefty fee

I get stuck in �" smack right up to my tongue

because in the grand scheme, I’ll never be stung

 

Striving for silver and going for gold

I know you’ll look after me when I am old

You’ll give me that pension and gold handshake too

then you’ll pay lip service for all I did do

 

So now in retirement, quite out of sorts

I pad my existence with fashionable sport

transfixed to the TV heckling titled Mike Tubbs

Swaggering, rotund, parade masonic clubs

 

End in the nineteenth with gin and a tonic

Making great small talk so very plutonic

Wearing the signatory light yellow attire

You too can do this when you retire

 

ASJW

 

Reviews

[Ruth]

Makes you wonder what there is, we all dwell in our "cosy" zones...until the day arrives when we have to question...what else is there? :)