The world has forever changed. Less and less jobs will be available every year.
|Is that all you can do?
States the woman who looks at me through
her hoax Gucci’s and lift’s her arm as if on queue
She’s clutching a knockoff tightly—the way of life
Paycheck to paycheck, the ambiance, like a knife.
Who am I to anticipate she is deprived.
“Nice glasses,” I say, out of my inquisitive nature.
Eying the potential purchase, “Internet,” she gestures.
I was right. She’s a penny-pinching—Frugal answer.
My thoughts interrupted by her parrots, I mean children.
“Mom are we gonna get the Apple? Everyone else has one!”
“Depends,” mom utters. Oh the Internet, that villain.
They proceed to play on Facebook. She stands taller.
She’s playing hard-ball, however I know better.
“This product is price protected, Mrs. Keller.”
She’s not buying it, literally or figuratively.
“Online is cheaper--” she declares combatively.
I didn’t hear past that, she was off brusquely.
In the parking lot, she passes over a nail.
Surely, down the road the tire wears frail.
Then she ironically curbs McGee. “Oh hell!”
The wood against the door indicate an economic loss.
“But I need help now!” yet she skedaddles to the shop.
Hung on the window, “Visit mcgee.com!” it says all the way across.
In smaller letters reads “We were forced to close,
couldn’t afford rent or wages due to the web, we suppose.
Now we pay the minimal, no overhead! Oh, the pros!”
Mrs. Keller calls her husband who works online.
But he’s busy on Facebook instead of the Airline.
He’s chatting with a friend and expects on uniting,
He drives unknowingly past his wife and kids
towards the hotel, his actions he knows, god forbids.
Once he arrives, in the parking spot, he skids.
A fat man awaits his presence with a dagger.
He’s not an alluring women, but a vengeful killer.
The husband dies but here’s the thriller:
Years back, the killer, Joe was a car mechanic.
Worked for Mr. Keller who was a gluttonous manic.
They worked as manager and sales rep in this gigantic,
store called McGee.
Mr. Keller fired Joe for spending his working hours online.
And then Mr. Keller was laid off for the lacking of labor and time.
Both part of one sad-sad rhyme.
Joe fancied a discount. He was fired for purchasing a used Apple
due to his hours cut in half. Mr. Keller, that hackle!
Joe received nothing less than crushed pineapple.