Redundancy Poem by Peter Rogerson

Redundancy



Martin wasn't very old
When he was told he'd have to go
'We're cutting back you know;
They say another ten's sufficient
To make the unit quite efficient'

Eighteen hundred was the sum
The minimum they had to pay
To cynically betray
A good and loyal servant of the firm
Who was dismissed because it was his turn.

Monday, March 6, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: business
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