MUSICAL CHAIRS
By James Strauss
I would be seen as running hard and fast,
If I wasn’t running last.
They tell me the key is to slow down,
Holding out a bag of sand to pound.
If you want help go somewhere far,
To some small town with a bar.
You’re here to be a piece of fresh meat,
Someone needed they can defeat.
How to fight back but not to kill,
Using guile more than skill.
Making the workplace truly smell,
Until those around think they’re in hell.
To become alone can feel alive,
Where lonely is a means to survive.
It’s all ferocious competition,
Live, eat, and pay in hard repetition.
I’m here now breathing slow sighs,
Waiting to see who lives or dies.
The music slowing in its soft blare,
Waiting silently to grab me a chair.
Funny my take is a spider waiting at the edge of its web placed appropriately on the way to the flag/chair waiting….
Great stuff
Thanks, my great friend,
Semper fi,
Jim
Wow can almost picture this.
Great short and laconic compliment I take with me into this dark night!
Thanks for the support and motivation to continue, sir.
Semper fi,
Jim
brilliant
Laconic one word compliment of great meaning…and I think you.
Semper fi, my friend,
Jim