Just the job for me:

A Beach Administrator

Bossing the starfish

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

Out of work for months

There’s plenty of time to ask

What is my life worth?

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

Each Sunday evening

Sucking in mind, gut, sphincter

Bracing for Monday

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

There are real people

Fixed to chairs at office desks

Like gears in machines

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

Yet I sell my soul

Each day in the dusty world

Han-shan in the mist

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

Yet my whole career

I’ve been a sworn official

Of the Emperor.

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

I’ve learned not to trust

The court system much more than

Local government.

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

Sunday evening blues:

Now the weekend is over

How fast it flew by.

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

“Better do it fast

Whatever you plan to do.”

Workday morning sex.

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

When you’re unemployed

No one answers your e-mails:

Even your lawyer.

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

Worked hard this morning

This afternoon I worked too

But at noon I napped

(via Twitter / John Hicks)

Domo can mean thanks

But in my case it’s more like:

Downwardly Mobile

I just lost my job

She hates the one that she’s got

“Write if you find work.”

“Mayor gives Hicks notice!”

Read the headline, but now they’ll

Pay me not to work

“We read the world wrong

And say that it deceives us.”

Can’t find my paycheck!

- after Rabindranath Tagore