I’ve got a new job; my task is to lob

Fresh fruit into one of three bins.

Large, medium, small, I handle them all,

Never bruising or breaking their skins.

I really can’t take it, I can’t stand the stress,

I can’t sleep at night, and my love life’s a mess.

My nerves are frazzled; they’re worn to a fray,

From decisions, decisions, decisions all day!

Murray is a retired software engineer. His work has been published in Parody and The Lyric. He is a member of Delaware Valley Poets and has been reading at local venues for more than two years.

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