First
she said:
We're
short-staffed.
Business
hours
are
now from 8 to 3 p.m.
Come
and get your money. Then
it
was:
This
office will be closed.
At
the Grand Central for the jobless
One
tight-lipped unemployed smoker
joins
the line.
How
will Miss Unemployment Counselor explain?
What
kind of job can there possibly be
for
someone whose specialty
was
scribbling denunciations on an NCR form
as
the true believers, the sweet deceivers,
the
hourly slaves and surplus MBA's
appeased
her with assurances that they
had
looked for work.
Will
she, that scorn-filled bureaucrat,
take
a number, after having arrived at 8?
Be
made to watch the video, can she sit and wait
long
enough to find out how to
phone
in for the check, regular but small?
Will
she curse, like the rest of us did
when
it finally arrives: Is that it?
Is
this all?
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