I’ve been meaning for some
Time to tell you this –
That I’m out of a job,
That I’ve been dismissed.
I don’t know why –
I don’t know what I did
To so much piss them off.
Do you think I should cry?
Why, oh, why? The days
Were merely crawling by.
I’d too much to do,
And nothing to heal
My wounded soul;
Felt nothing but pity
For my ill-used skills.
Now, at least, I can read up books,
Look for jobs, crack interviews,
Turn down the steam, learn driving,
Write down stuff or try new looks.
Life has been very boring –
I’m only thirty something;
Maybe I can try something new –
Adventure favours only a select few.
I don’t know what’s going on
Inside your head at all –
You’ve been still as a rag doll.
You’re staring at me, looking foolish,
You don’t look happy, but let me finish.
You think this is hard on you;
But, hey, it’s awkward for me too.
If you can’t bear to stay,
Feel free to walk away.
I can take care of my burden –
Just don’t come back all of a sudden;
And we can move on with our lives,
Even give each other high fives.
If we meet on the street,
Don’t beat a hasty retreat.
This phase isn’t here for ever.
So long, then, dear Hoover.