Drain the swamp – you’ll find me.
I used to be important, used to have clout.
And then it all went wrong. I reached that age – you know, THAT age – that age when the boss calls you in, looks you in the eye/avoids your eye, puts on a sympathetic face and says, “Happy birthday.”
And you say, “But it’s not my birthday.”
And he/she says, “Human resources says it is, so it must be.”
He/she says, “Clear your desk. We’ll give you a good reference.”
But that’s no help. You’re THAT age now.
And soon you’re bent, broken and busted.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge found here.