By David Michael Jackson downsized I hear voices outside my cubicle. They are talking work. They have no work talk for me for I am being downsized . I was big, I was busy, I was useful. Now I am small for I am being downsized.   I have almost nothing to do .......I hear people passing by my cubicle...   I recognize their voices and say to my self..."That's so and so. They are keeping them. They are worthwhile." I hear them talking about work...... I am jealous! Oh I was so big. I carried the company's future on my broad shoulders. I walked with other giants and spoke of 12 hour days and reports to even bigger giants, now long gone.   There's no telling how long it will take me  to get enough self-confidence  to get another job.   I may have had some once.  and self-respect, so long ago, I don't remember any more. So let's go! Downsize my ass and get me out of here. (Get yourself out of here you fool) How did you come to this, a downsized fool in a downsized cubicle in a downsized world   Copyright © 1998 by David Michael Jackson, Originally published at Motherbird.com Send private comments to author:  editors@artvilla.com Read the Poem Of Every So Often at https://www.artvilla.com Poetry Archive| Home| Poetry Links