Pink Slip Poem by King Happy

Pink Slip



It's taken many years
of figuring out that
it's not all that
bad.

The dogs walk
on leashes,
the cats stay
indoors,
but for the most part
a goldfish gets fed.

I'm letting my guard down,
he'll get his severance
package in the mail
and a white hot dream
will unfurl tonight,
tomorrow

whenever.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: depression
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