God gave two-weeks notice, leaving
us with no qualified replacement
and an infinite workload to split up, but
let's just get all the shit jobs done
while we can get work out of that guy. Fuck, why
didn't we train someone? Now we have to write up
the req, post the position - What
sort of equivalent experience
should we put on there
for this? Who did God
report to, anyway? It's a real
vulnerability, every company
ends up with these weird little
employees, been here forever, just
a part of the fixture - was he even
ever drawn on the org chart? Sitting
in his little isolated office.
I don't think we even know what he was doing
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
Try the RANDOM button, to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
*I haven't yet revisited many pockets and stretches of time to appraise and label the "any goods," so some are missing. Please feel free to point out omissions, or - especially - erroneous inclusions, in comments.