The Recidivist

Queueing at the broad front desk
of Welfare’s downtown office,
I brace myself for
the bureaucrats’ strip search.
I am unemployed – again !

These front desk people read my forms,
bring my name up on their screen.
They mutter “No no, this one will
have to go to the supervisor.
She’s been to us before.”

Social Welfare still speak sternly
over twenty years.
Their elderly code number follows me
to show a marked recidivist.
Over sixty
out of date
like mouldy cheese.
A disrespectable old age !

The Recidivist

5 thoughts on “The Recidivist

  1. Wen I was a kid–I’m 62 now–old people like me (lol) were respected for their knowledge and wisdom. Now, older people, women especially, are seen as nothing. Men have it better than us; just look at all the old men teamed up romantically with young women in movies and on TV. Sort of pisses me off.
    Thanks for listening to my rant.
    Great, socially biting poem.


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