Mark Glickman Poems

From late 2015,

My weekend work,

From time I turned 18,

Was selling sausage pork

People told me the sausages taste as good as honey,

Thus, I made a lot of money

I worked at Masters Home Improvement Store,

Until the day disaster came,

When Masters shop was no more,

And my life was never again the same

I was so upset because Masters were nice,

They always provided the fridge and the ice

I started to look for other stores,

There were not many but a few,

Within the Australian shores,

That would sell meat on the BBQ

I called Officeworks Store,

They sounded, like a roar

They said I must work in pairs,

And they would not provide any chairs

They said I must get the equipment from store shelf,

And set up the gazebo, tables and BBQ myself

The made a lot of fuss,

And forced me to take cooking class

“This BBQ will test your endurance,

You need public liability insurance”

They said I must book,

To be a sausage cook

I said okay,

I am coming anyway

I started cooking the meat on the day,

But no one wanted to buy and to pay

Meanwhile the manager is losing his hair,

Because the store is empty and not many people there

I cannot sell any meat,

I promoted the sale out loud,

I was exhausted and taken a seat,

After friend Adam came to help me out

I turn off the BBQ,

There almost no buyers, only a few,

The sausages are overdone,

Thus, I put the sausages to dry in the sun

I did not see,

Whoever complained about me

Apparently, the manager was told,

That the sausages are cold

He went to me, to see uncovered food,

And bees flying on containers top,

He quickly lost his mood,

And fired me on the spot

Because BBQ is something I adore,

I went to work at different Officeworks store

One day the gas ran out,

And the money,

The fate of the BBQ was under a cloud,

I thought the problem was not funny

I asked the manager to pay for gasoline,

He said, "No. I will not pay",

He also dobbed me in,

On that day, my mum saved the day

She paid for gas and was reimbursed,

However, my future at Officeworks seemed to be cursed.

I carried heavy gas tank from the petrol station,

By the early afternoon I was very tired,

Little did I knew that I would lose my occupation,

A few days later I was fired

The weekend manager complained to his superior,

"Mark was rude the day before!",

I felt so inferior,

I was told not to do the BBQ anymore

Now I work at third Officeworks store,

I cook as well as I can see,

I want to earn more and more,

Please do not complain about me

I want to seize this opportunity,
To help your community

I am good at presentation,
I have years of experience in administration

Please pay for my airfare,
I have no money to spare

I want to live in London, its full of green,
I will fly to London to meet the queen

No money for flight is also fine,
I can also work online

I will work as hard as a bee,
And be a model employee

I know there is a lot of competition,
Please accept my job application submission

Forget your greed,
I am what you need

My life is not good,
I need money for food

Please give me the job,
I do not want to rob

What you need for this job and my profile are matched,
My resume is attached

Please give me a good chance,
Give my resume a good glance

I can work for low salary,
Please give me the job at your gallery

Its not funny,

When you do not have any money

They live outside until they are old,

In the winter cold

Homeless people feel pain,

Because they live outside in the winter snow or rain

The cannot run,

From the summer sun

Poor people are all bones, not meat,

Because they got nothing to eat

All day homeless beg,

On an old smelly rag

Please open the door,

To help the poor

If you happen to meet to someone homeless on the street,

Then buy them a good treat.

Help, Help, Help, Help,

Help, Help, Help, Help

I like clown fish,

Its my favourite dish,

I like to have fun,

And play in the sun

The beach is full of sand,

We cannot use it for farmland

I want to be free,

So that I can climb a tree

Is the sea blue?

No that is not true

The sea is green,

And very clean

Someone hit me in head,

Now I am in bed

I use to know a lot,

But then I forgot

I will wake,

For Jesus Christ’s sake

At break,

I will eat a cake

My mind,

I shacked the magic wand,

And Nessie the monster came out from a pond

I see a troll,

In the magic ball

Flying monkeys,

A wizard,

Caused a blizzard

The typhoon,

Comes once every full moon

What is awful,

Is when the wind is woeful

When the ship will descend,

Our lives will end