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That is not my name.
My name is Branches-Strung-with-Raindrops.
My name is Trees-Lined-with-Snow.
I would not be an asset to your company
Nor to anything or anyone else.
I am a dreamer,
A time waster
A thinker of long thoughts
A player of solitaire.
I only want you to hire me
Because I need the money.
And I only need the money
Because everyone has to make some kind of deal
To survive.
I started out the same as you:
A baby, fat and confident.
I have a terrible stutter
And I can’t hear very well.
I don’t like the telephone
And I never learned to type without looking, so I can’t type very fast. I think we are all on a continuum, even you with your manager’s lenses.
I want to know why the corporate mentality sucks so bad.
Why it expects people to do without windows or decent lunches
Or talking to one another.
I want to know why
When there are 713 references in the Bible to feeding the poor, being kind
To strangers, protecting orphans,
You focus only on one in Leviticus which is just an instruction
To the priest class anyway.
These are the things I am interested in
And which I will secretly research on the company computers.
I am smart and I will do your work
But don’t expect me to care about it.
Copyright 2022 Elizabeth Romero
I am such a fan! I would certainly love to see a book!!!! Donna
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So would I!
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Love this! Whenever something by Elizabeth Romero comes up on Vox Populi, I wonder how she got inside my head.
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Hahahahaha. Me too, Barbara.
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Well done, well said Elizabeth.
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I agree, Sean. I think she nailed the mix of ironic tone, personal sadness and absurd politics. A difficult balance in a poem.
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