corporate ladder

I reached the top
before it stopped
all the praise and honours
once i got there
all was lost
once i had my
place of glory
eleven years i worked
and toiled
at the god forsaken office
from mail clerk
to front room teller
to exicutive in chief

Then it stopped
and like the others
all around me
the little pink slip
in the little brown envolope
arrived
it seemed to tremble
in my hand
as i opened my small
square window
the breeze caught it
as i left the ledge
and the wind took it as I
fell to my bloody death.


fin.

Janine Boon