The moon twinkles bright in the dark, lonely night sky
An air of sadness surrounds me
I feel betrayed;
Betrayed like baby birds when their mom pushes them out the nest
so they can learn how to fly,
Betrayed like a confused kitten when his mom hisses at him,
Betrayed like being told I’m worthless–
They don’t need me anymore; after giving my whole life to them,
I was shown the door,
Oh! The despair, the desolation, the dejection, the dishonour,
Once a common name, now forgotten; the times have really changed, haven’t they?
To face the defamation of being kicked out of the company and then finding out I
am being replaced by a younger, shinier me!
Why was the guise suddenly more important than the realism?
And the detriment felt like a knife to the gut
So solemn, so sombre, so subdued,
I walk home scattering sadness all along the path,
Oh! How ill-mannered of me to not introduce myself–
My last name is Pockets, Women’s Pockets.