PSYCHOLOGY 101:  HOW IT FEELS TO BE PINK-SLIPPED

You plan your life, the future is clear

You sleep at night, though danger is near

And you’re clueless.

You are you work, your labor is you

You would almost pay them to do what you do

And they don’t know it.

You work hard, you love your job

Then out of the blue, a rock is lobbed

At your head.

 You feel like a fish thrown on the dock

Everything seems to stop; even the clock

On the wall.

You try to believe it wasn’t you

They say there’s nothing else they could do

It’s you or the company.

You want to throw up; you can’t; you’re at work

You feel like an idiot, you feel like a jerk

Though you know that’s not true.

You are loyal, you have to believe what they say

But not long after you go away

Your work is done by another.

You find a new place, do what you do

It’s not the same, but it will do

For now.

That is not the end of the tale; for

You always wonder did you actually fail

And they were right?

 

Time passes, you try not to care, but

Questions abound. That rock left a scar

On your head.