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Holding onto reality with both hands His social life in a cup of coffee as he waits Swamped sinking lifeboats No longer accepting applications For jobs that have sailed away Buried alive, a napkin waiting its turn To be plucked out and used Then thrown out Lucky if recycled and repurposed To a younger man’s vision Torn apart, his skills repackaged, Frankensteined for each resume The boring job of cutting checks means he was A bookkeeper, an accountant, detail oriented, Friendly to external and internal users or customer service driven Or any combination of above. Leaving his car at home, he walks, Afraid of running out of money for gas and repairs Wondering what pieces he will put together today Reducing his years of experience to a tweet Comprehensible to the child in charge of his future.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
At Café Zippy’s
Holding onto reality with both hands His social life in a cup of coffee as he waits Swamped sinking lifeboats No longer accepting applications For jobs that have sailed away Buried alive, a napkin waiting its turn To be plucked out and used Then thrown out Lucky if recycled and repurposed To a younger man’s vision Torn apart, his skills repackaged, Frankensteined for each resume The boring job of cutting checks means he was A bookkeeper, an accountant, detail oriented, Friendly to external and internal users or customer service driven Or any combination of above. Leaving his car at home, he walks, Afraid of running out of money for gas and repairs Wondering what pieces he will put together today Reducing his years of experience to a tweet Comprehensible to the child in charge of his future.
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carla-blaschka
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
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