Egregious Expectations (The Routine)

Shaunmatthewcpoetry

Expectations for me to return to the routine,

Understanding this mentality is seldom seen.

No longer interested in boring office jobs,

Most companies employ managerial nobs.

I've been out of work for quite a while now,

Only volunteering, no shady boss and wow.

Must be some good employers out there surely?

Not getting any younger, nearly 2 years over 40.

The elites eat babies, I'm somewhat hesitant,

A 9-5 to me no longer feels all that relevant,

Distracted minds of each and every peasant.

Forgive me for lack of an enthusiastic goal,

Pray I'll land on my feet in some awarding role,

Don't give me tons of currency, just feed my soul.

Maybe I'm kinda anxious with what was previous?

Making money feels like a curse, somewhat egregious.

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  • orchidee

    If they were Birdmen / Birdwomen they would have wings and could take a step over that cliff. I tried it, but crashed. Me wings broke up! lol.

  • sorenbarrett

    This poem carries a new view on the American Dream not wealth and luxury but comfort, peace and essentials. A most interesting commentary

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Shaun, this hits with a restless honesty…there’s a real frustration running through it that feels unfiltered and direct. It doesn’t try to clean itself up, it just says it. That kind of rawness carries the piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

    • Shaunmatthewcpoetry

      Cheers pal, yeah it comes from a conversation I had with my grandad yesterday.

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Wow! That adds to it. Well done in expressing it, my friend. Here's to poetry!

      • Doggerel Dave

        “Always look on the bright side of life” – Being unemployed gives you plenty of time to write poetry and contribute to the vibrant community which exists here……
        And before you start to get the shits with me, let me tell you I know all about unemployment in the UK. I was unemployed in the land of my birth for two years (one year, three months’ work and then another year).
        So this response is not a piece of poetic bollocks - just a couple of suggestions you may already be aware of and have implemented. If not:
        Get out there and change volunteering jobs to agencies you are interested in, Plus: Go study (always – as the world gets more complicated..)
        Good luck Shaun.
        PS: Part of me did enjoy the freedom, and it was a good apprenticeship for the retirement I now appreciate to the max.



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