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Decade of the Dutiful 

I went all corporate on my on ass

I went all prodigal does dutiful. 

I went all crazy with excel spreading sheets all 

Over numbers that were all about quotas 

And other largely meaningless (to me) things

I went all expensive rah-rah sports car 

complete 

With a lovely red ribbon on the top provided 

By the predatory lender that keeps calling me 

For the monies

Now that the bottom has dropped 

Into the laps of the trickled upon.
And I say WHAT?

I SAY WHAT? 

WHAT?

 Call the CEO of the big bailout  bank 

Toasting his toenails basking in the 

Bahamian sun.

Starboard side. 

He got the bonus 

I got the trick that keeps on trickling. 

 

I got the antique parents 

Every so beautiful in the smallest moments 

As my heart aches 

Witnessing their decline 

And my soul brims with awe

For the strength 

Of spirit

Clinging to the carcass.

But no! 

I can’t let go 

I never said I was done with life

She’s baking pies for Easter 

And making Pork and Sauerkraut 

For New Years Eve Parties 

And he’s writing memoirs 

About a boy who went to world war II

I went all black to the funerals 

I went all walking in the Valley of Death

One sister

One Brother 

Same cancer.

We sing Danny Boy when they pass 

Wail and keen and laugh

And share euphemisms like “graduate”

And the phenomenon that is death 

Sits all around me 

 

And in the back corner 

On the back burner 

I went all sad for pieces and parts

 Of me that were languishing

When I went all corporate on my own ass.

That decade is done. 

I’m going all home to myself. 

On the back burner

I went all sad for pieces and parts

Of me that were languishing

When I went all corporate on my own ass.

That decade is done.

I’m  taking me back.

 

2018 © Moe Russ

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