Written on the way home from work in central Dublin and musing on the last few years of a man's working life...
Working & Not Working
As he looks back
At his working life
Not much to cheer...
Not much of a career
Have another beer
But he mustn't stutter
He's not in the gutter
Not stuck in some doorway
Injectin' his life away
He's not gonna succumb to dejection
Despite the rejection
No Ketamine bladder last time he checked
Although he'd have liked to climb the ladder
Reach higher levels
Like an O'Leary or a Musk
To name just two
Sometimes it's better
To be on the ground
With those who are sound
So there may be rain today
But tomorrow brings hope
He just needs to avoid too much dope
No need to elope
To faraway lands
Instead these hands will keep working
For another ten years at least
Not a decade of the rosary
In his choice of hosiery
This boy's an optimist
Maybe not a Pharmacist
He'll keep on goin'
Until the bus arrives and the destination is met
Wherever that is yet
This is a story
Perhaps not of glory
A man who Never really had a CV
Despite sitting on a mound of CD's
As he makes his way back to his bed-sit
(Hey, aren't they illegal?)
Like stealing the eggs from a rare bald eagle
No, much better to stroke a Beagle
One man and his dog
Will help him through the fog
Of a life
Maybe little strife
But the possiblities are rife
You just need to stay in touch bud
We have your back man
Until you get lumbago or sciatica
At any rate
© Iano 2026
