A shot of tequila <br />Rinsed with bourbon <br />Settles my stomach <br /> <br />Crackling of my neck <br />With a swift movement <br />Is my trademark <br /> <br />Humming of the streets <br />Settles the nerves <br />Of my job <br /> <br />The useless mindset <br />Takes over my being <br />Steadying my hand <br /> <br />Perfect vision progresses <br />Guaranteeing success <br />Of my paid job <br /> <br />The ten o’clock news <br />Headlines blare <br />Echoing my existence <br /> <br />I open my bank account <br />Revealing the final payment <br />Accepted in full <br /> <br />When I once felt safe <br />The nightmare is now real <br />Retirement to hell<br /><br />C.R. Ebowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/retirement-11/
