Sunday, April 26, 2026

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Six, Poem Twenty-Six

Retire Already

Holed up
hiding.

Same spot
you once 

shamed me
out of. 

Now you
bide time

for ex and
pensions

to buy
silence.

Nothing 
to say 

anyway
suckers.

No new 
besties

to vote 
each other

for work 
prizes. 

Workers
own means

crush each
other

and not 
much else.

If heads
stay down

no one 
sees me

counting
days down

to one
more party

I won't
attend. 


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