Round Body
Round body,
Forced to work in square hole.
"Suck it up," friends say,
"There's no jobs out there - make yourself fit - whatever it takes!"
Full, round body
Bruised and bleeding,
Try as I might,
I never seemed to fit!
Called into the office
"You just don't fit," they said.
We're a square,
You're a round,
We don't need a round,
We need a square!
Now,
Full round body,
Dances in circles.
Part selkie, part faerie,
A writer,
A poet,
A comforter!
I created my own round hole,
Full, round body,
Round hole
Perfect fit!
Learn more about this author, Sue Hibbetts.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
I wished I'd lost my job,
without first losing my mind,
I knew before it was through,
That I'd leave my brain behind.
Sitting
by Sue Hibbetts
Round Body
Round body,
Forced to work in square hole.
"Suck it up," friends say,
"There's no jobs out there - make yourself
by CliftonRoy
Loss doesn't mean Defeat
Once I arose at five am,
And the smell of coffee rode on the air.
Now awake I stare at the wall,
Praying
by M Pereira
Time wasted,
As I throw in the towel,
Feeling the oil,
On my stained and sullied hands;
I worked so hard,
But someone else had
by Cat Shomo
To you and the wise owls
On and on we work
complete the tasks we have to do.
Unappreciated, unacclaimed
wondering why our
View All Articles on:
Poetry: Losing your job
Add your voice
Know something about Poetry: Losing your job?
We want to hear your view.
Write now!
Featured Partner
Americans for Prosperity (AFP) is committed to educating citizens about economic policy and mobilizing those citizens...more
hide