Ode To Macy’s
A poem by my husband, Brett
“Outstanding” they all mumbled, gathered like a herd
Round the days chosen dictator, to hear the morning word
Our pay is too low, the coupons don’t work, it makes the patrons mad
It’s okay, just say “outstanding” it will change to good from bad
Where are you going? The managers ask, with disbelief & fear
“I’m going to be ‘out standing’…. far, far away from here.
*teeeheeee*
