Poems of the Week


by Stephen Gold

“’Quiet quitters: Disinterested colleagues could just be disillusioned with the job”
New York Times Post

I’ve become a quiet quitter,
Disillusionment’s set in.
I’m an apathy transmitter
Who thinks idleness no sin.

I admit that it’s immoral
To conceal how much I slack,
And each day I risk a quarrel
That will end up with the sack.

But my ghastly occupation’s
Left me feeling good as dead.
Should I seek new motivations?
Nah—I’m going back to bed.