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Unemployed

Today I am the immovable object,

A dented can of who-knows-what

Adorned with a loud sales tag

That screams, “I am less than I was.”

 

My worth has been discounted,

My status redefined: damaged.

My life has been provisionally shelved.

◄ I Know

A Passing Thought at 5AM ►

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Tom Harding

Fri 28th Aug 2015 16:39

Good poem ; a mans employment should not be what defines him.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 29th May 2015 12:20

Short and spearing. Although, IMO, a person is not entirely defined by 'work', I do not make light of your poem's feelings.

<Deleted User> (9882)

Thu 21st May 2015 09:32

how about 'a dented can of who-knows-what is on the label?

Fantaz nevertheless.

Thank you.

Rose.x

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