Get A Job! Who, Me?


I said I'd love you forevermore,
but I didn't realize what was in store.
I thought you said your bank account
was a pretty high six-figure amount.
And now you say you're broke!

I'll love you, my dear, until the end of time
but it would help if you had a dime.
What happened to the money in Grandpa's will?
How in the world are we going to fill
our home with the very best?

I've counted on you to share the load,
but now I'm tempted to hit the road,
cause it seems you've not been honest with me.
I thought all this time we would really be
livin' high on the hog.

I can't think of a thing to do.
Maybe it's time to say we're through.
My hope is gone and my dreams are dashed.
Even your bonds have all been cashed?
What a foolish thing to do.

I suggest, my love, you come up with a plan.
Take out a loan.  Sell your van.
I'm not a very needy man,
and I'll be glad to do whatever I can.
What do you mean, get a job!

I said I'd love you forevermore,
but that was last week, clearly before
you told me about your bank account
and the bottom line of a zero amount.
And now you want me to work!

  • Author: DesertWords (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 25th, 2021 22:29
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 29


  • Rozina

    Hahaha, a nice fun poem!

  • Coyote


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