20 Jul 2016 – Sonnet

The Lords of Layoff send the rank and file
another email, with another link –
another online survey to beguile,
anonymously spilling what we think.
The Lords of Layoff wish to know my mind?
Why, just the same as all who trudge these halls!
Heart palpitations! Running out of Time
we tremble, waiting for the axe to fall.
The Lords of Layoff grin and quickly pack
their parachutes of gold, and wave goodbye.
A fool would trust these snakes to have their back.
Am I a fool? Oh no! It’s time to hide!
O Lords of Layoff, don’t ask what we think!
You’re Midas now, just lift the cup and drink!