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This was written to honor a friend who was recently laid off, though I touched it up a bit. The original poet and subject wish to remain anonymous. It is a true expression of the subject's reaction. ODE TO ED At my terminal I sat typing, Trying hard to fight off napping. When there came a slight, soft rapping, Rapping on my office door, Only that and nothing more. Then I sat up, startled, freaking Just to hear a voice a-speaking "Your presence now I am a-seeking, Seeking on the lobby floor, Bring your badge and nothing more" What is this I'm a-hearing? Is it the news that I've been fearing? Now my desk they'll soon be clearing, Clearing posters off my door, Varnished wood and nothing more. I bolted upright, staggered, straining From my head the blood a-draining See the hurt and shock I'm feigning Feigning hurt and loss galore Pure BS and nothing more Now the bloody axe is falling Now the perpertrater stalling "Personell may soon be calling, Call you to another chore" I think, "Right pal, nevermore" In my beach chair I'm a-napping Now my conciousness is sapping By the soothing steady lapping, Lapping waves upon the shore Just this beer, then one more...
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