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.
