Thursday, November 3, 2011

Wanda VanHoy Smith

SEVEN COME TRIPLE ELEVEN

Life has always been a roll of the dice
but back in 2007 no one knew that 2011
would be such a crap shoot.
Baby needs a new pair of shoes but
Dad lost his high paying job and God knows he's tried.
A manager at a Seven Eleven where he applied
tells him he's overqualified.
Had he known back in 8, 9 and 10 when he made good pay
he would have saved up for a rainy day.
He hopes a triple eleven will change his luck
and in 2012 he'll make a buck driving a truck.

5 comments:

  1. from Maria Arana:

    Some people still believe in the Lottery. Maybe it's really hope that things will get better.

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  2. from Don Kingfisher Campbell:

    Love the wit of this poem.

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  3. Both wit and irony. Too unfortunate that this is the way of things now. Overqualified and underpaid. If someone is unemployed, a company doesn't need them. Irony, yeah. Who else needs a job? The ones who have them? NOT! Excellent poem.

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  4. I like the controlling metaphor, the author stays with it. I like the voice in it, hard-edged but clear. The first three lines of analyzing voice does nothing for me, it is telling, when the topic comes up later, it is showing. If one is going to rhyme, keep to the rhyming scheme, don't use it when it fits.

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  5. from Thaine Allison Jr.:

    frustration loneliness frustration anger rage guilt shame fear inferiority ambition permeate this poem of frustration with a world gone mad

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