Ode to Retrenchment®­­

They said it wouldnt happen,
Tanjong Pelapas couldnt threaten.
With Marsek and Evagreen exiting.
We suddenly were left siting.

But guess what PeeSA did,
when I opened my mailbox lid.
You're fired it printed.
Reading it my eyes rolled and I fainted.

25 years I have served,
and in a second i was off the turf.
News spread like wild,
the 800 of us never cried foul.
Nary a whimper from a soul,
or else the Gahmen will give us a blow.

In the following week,
BG flee addressed what we seek.
Standing there pointing his hand,
like a rock star without a band.
"You have lost your Iron Rice Bowl",
"It ain't my problem it's yours, so?".

Here I am siting in the agency,
Unemployed wearing something fancy.
Hoping soon that I get a job,
or from the roof of my flat i will flop.

- Jecht Poems™

[The names and references used have been changed or edited, similarites to anyone/any organisation, living or dead is purely coincidental and is deeply regretted.]