‘Resignation’ and other poems by Mark Tulin

Literary Yard

By: Mark Tulin


Don’t worry about me.
I’ve wasted too much time
investing in your company,
making your profits,
building your dream house,
watching the shares of your stocks rise
while you get a new Mercedes every year.

I don’t want your money.
I like myself too much
to shut myself up in a cubicle
and exist in working-class limbo
without any intrinsic reward.

You don’t have to worry,
I have a nest egg in the bank.
I intend to paint landscapes
of flowers and trees,
write poetry of wispy willows
and ocean vistas.
I’d much rather watch cloud formations
and take yoga by the sea
than wallow in your corporate purgatory.

Don’t worry about me.
Keep your severance pay.
Hold onto your 401K.
I can find a better opportunity
with more appreciation and dignity.


Soapbox Hero

The soapbox hero witnessing
on the street of spurious claims,

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