Alphabet Soup My New Reality Poem by Leaking Pen

Alphabet Soup My New Reality



ABCD
A lazy day like a hole in my pocket
Begins before I wished it to be.
Comatose my ambitions
Demanding no requisitions.

EFGH
Every few dollars I spend
From my toil on jobs I recently lost.
Gone are the golden days of a loyal labour
Hired temp at Wal-Mart is my new station in life.

IJKL
It took one whisky, for me to spill my beans,
Joseph! Jesus! Mother of God, Are you really listening?
Keeping my part in this stale economy,
Labouring from bipolar drink binging my unemployed colleagues and I.

MNOP
My new reality I surrender my breadbasket and my once proven winning seat,
New world sewing machines money making in continents across from me
Overseas jobs help propel Mexico and the Far Eat.
Peculiar how quick the Eagle and myself are a dying breed!

QRST
Questioning all day my politics and my loyalty
Resting from far right or far left noise is not an option for me.
Service industry consumes my time if I can find a job
Tired from waiting tables, collecting and living on small tips!

UVWX
Up all night, worries about my children's future prevent me from sleep
Vexed to every twist and turn, like every concerned dad
Windows of hope shutting down for my whole family,
X-rays of my body show aggressive cancerous moles!

YZ
Yes! Dear God this alphabet soup economy starving my poem to death,
Zapping my body and spirit to an earlier grave than my dad's!

Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
March 8 2012
Rev Oct 31 2014

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