Over the last 7 years, the sheer number of personal finance blogs that have appeared (including this one) is creating a ‘FIRE movement’ online. Many cubicle workers are getting inspired to join this journey. Soon enough, paid work will get re-defined to such a level that the sea of cubicles may become extinct. Anticipating the waning days of the cubicle worker, I wrote this poem for your reading pleasure.
‘Twas when harried mornings were spent on roads
Honking and screaming at fellow crawlers and toads
Working at a faceless outfit while updating your Facebook
Envying the sunlight and fresh air of an old market souk.
Inane meetings, soulless reports and points without power
You do endure, to keep your 36 square feet of space to cower
Boss hurls words of hurt, sarcasms by the hundred
You do endure, keeping faith on the S&P five hundred
Reality bites, bills to be paid, need to please the boss
You smile and flower him with words, though he could use a floss
Want to buy a new car, upgrade the kitchen and take a vacation
The price paid for all the above is your mental altercation
Hey, what happened, wonders the spirited child in you
Since when, it pines, have you become so askew?
Timeless memories and beautiful sights beckon above the crater
But not, of course, to an anxiously bound cubicle worker.
Cubicle worker, your day will soon arrive, have no ire
Learn how to save and invest, claim your right to FIRE
The promised path is less-traveled but works a wonder
Till then, your prison and your boss are only a hinder.
Hope you like it….
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