wishing luck in the next life

I filled in the forms

down at the foundry

but they turned me away

you’re too bright son

you’ll get bored & leave

& it seemed over & over

there was something lacking in me

I could sweep the streets

empty dustbins kill weeds

do the work required

but there was something

in me I did not have

& they’d let me go

wishing luck in the next life

off I’d go to the next line

fill in the forms do the job

last a day a week a month

then time would come

they’d breathe a sigh

say sorry son

time to go

& on

& on

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