we love you, but you're fired

i think

i was either fired or laid

off

from nearly

every job

i ever had.

and for good reasons too,

how many

more days

could i go

mopping a stairway,

or washing

dishes,

or mowing lawns.

how many

more years could i sit

in a cubicle

with my fingers on a keyboard?

somedays, i even sit down

and have

a talk

with myself now,

and threaten to fire me

from

my own business.

i can be lazy,

and disinterested,

bored

and annoyed

by the work, by the hours,

but i press on. bread

and shelter

being of the utmost

importance.