Retirement

I'm leaving, said the employee.
Don't try to stop me, block my path,
delay the inevitable. The folly
would be obvious to an imbecile.
Any fool with a working history
can see in my face that
the time has come.
I'll break my scanner,
I'll drown my tabbard.
I'll sweep down the pyramid of bean cans
I worked so hard to build.
What next? I hear you ask.
Who knows? I may join
a guild of thieves, a coven,
become a mason
for the hell of it and a free gown.
You may not see
a Prime Minister in me yet,
but I'll show you my worth
(and NO, I will NOT get down
off the Fuller's Earth display)
The world is my bitch.

And he span, like
the sycamore seed from hell,
pushed the pull door,
banged his forehead
and fell.