Goodbye
Oh, stop it now, I want to get off,
I’d rather live beneath that rock,
That sticks out from behind the bin,
At least out there I won’t be in,
To answer phone calls I don’t want,
From folk that feel let down and can’t,
Get satisfaction from elsewhere,
They call me, ‘why does no-one care?’
And just because I can, and will,
I’ll swallow down that bitter pill,
And do my best to ‘get it fixed’,
Whilst horses bolt between, betwixt,
Those stable doors, that stand wide open,
Patience, hope, respect, all broken;
Smashed upon the daily grind,
It’s driving me out of my mind!
It’s fools like me that get nowhere,
I can’t remember why I care;
About the trap in which I’m caught,
My fine ideas come to naught,
But here I am, too soft to spit,
And wonder why I’m caught in it,
Just why the hell I won’t say ‘NO!’
‘You damn well do it!’ Here I go,
To put my mind to me, to me,
To be the girl I long to be,
So turning worm land, here I come,
I hope that it’s a shock for some,
When finally I say ‘No more’
I’m moving on, I’ve closed the door,
I wish you well but now goodbye,
I’ve bigger, better, fish to fry.
© Cathie Bagley
Written in April 2019 one day when I was really fed up with my job!
