Million Dollar Sad

“Daaamn!” he groaned,
and locked the car.

He trudged through a tundra parking lot
into a building he didn’t see.

Blew it with Mister Shabooba!
And now the guillotine.

He touched the top button
and steel doors sealed him in.

Sick sinking feeling as he rose
to the boss’s office.

Who knew Shabooba was a cool dude?
Should have been looser!

Tense face on a stiff neck.
Some commercial for success.

Through the yawning doors
on the last floor.

Digits boiling in the heads
that glanced away.

He leaned his own head
in the boss’s open door.

Eyes like flashing darts looked up
and then back down.

“Siddown.”



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