I am lonely, pink-slipped and home,
Wanted to be home but not like this,
I feel empty without my nine to five,
This other side looks different now.

Friends fear it’s infectious and don’t call,
Last week’s empathy becomes sympathy,
Ex-colleagues simply have nothing to say,
Redundancy is the new invisibility cloak.

If you have a job, try to remember
To call all your workless friends,
A simple “Hello” won’t **** you,
But the silence may **** them.

Friday Night K-nulcking Under III

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it is a (my) three day weekend
it is now
Saturday late morning

Friday night we went to Joe’s Pub,
you could look it up,
to hear marvelous stories and marvelous singing

then
full stop

homeward bound (apologies Paul),
we swap Lulus for p.j.’s,
and alliterative alternatives

after having bathed and showered
alternatively alternatingly debatingly
the meritocratic merits of bathing methodologies
and our respective but not respectable
technological techniques and sundry technicalities
are peaceable declared tied

we have not left the confines
of public globalist bedding since thenning,
and no plans for departeeing
not even for meals
or anythinging

(ok, barbecue chicken not cool to eat in bed)

multitasking multiplayering
music, poetry, Sunday NY Times,
action movies non-stop,
even napping,
anything
i want,
as I am the only worker bee
celebrating a workless Mondayee

periodically and often, I kiss the
knuckles on either of her hands

and we laugh at my joking insistence
for she vociferously denies,

most badly connives,
that she is
(with a pronounced hard K)
K-nulcking under
to my every demand
as she is equally guiltily
and capable of excellent excessive
leadership in the art of slumbering parteeying,
ergo all good

we still have Monday to resolve an unraging debating,
this unurgent knuckle biting questioning

who is the K-nulcker
and
who is the K-nulckee

~~~

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Sitting for you, ears to the confession box,
Praying to the Lord, how did this happen?, it's all I can ask. I gave my everything, now it's a funeral, I can't take this anymore, I am the tribunal. Sleeping these workless nights, working this worthless life, play along like it's alright; hate me, hate you, all these lies, there's always two sides of the fight, I wish you wouldn't say things, counting my time at the edge of a knife, but why am I complaining that's just life.

That's just life, my lifestyle
I not complaining you've been gone a while,
And through this ****, I just smile
Now we're out of time but I guess that's life.

I know it's not the real you but don't get me wrong I feel you, by the time you forgive me I'll be up in the clouds, blowing up my phone, but I wanna phone home, and after I've run with it, I'm done with it, done with this ****, don't even say it, you think im different, it's *******, you feel it, your flat line, this story's mine, you won't steal my lines, and if you ask me if I'm fine I'm a just say "consider our lies". But let's just keep our disguise, but all I ask is you stay the **** away from my family, it's my mistake, and now it's too late.

That's just life, my lifestyle
I not complaining you've been gone a while,
And through this ****, I just smile
Now we're out of time but I guess that's life.

I've already passed you, I'll stop at nothing keep these clowns away from you, but now I'm done playing, time taking, Lord praying, move away an, I got no brakes, no faking, **** stating, sweet caking, ***** slaying, disobeying, blow weighing, I'mma blaze it, it's crazy, and now I'm the one who blew it, she knew it, I'll admit, I've split, if I say something I will do it, talk no ****, musical misfit, who don't listen to hypocrites, and they're *******, we knew it, she knew it, I knew it, but now done with it, my face you'll never see it, don't look for me, there's no need, I'm the only Identikit...