You are FIRED

Oh, woe is me, for I have been fired!

My boss, with a frown, his judgment was dire.

But fear not, for I shall not weep,

Instead, I shall embrace this newfound sleep.

No more early mornings, no more rush-hour traffic,

No more meetings, no more corporate antics.

I'll spend my days in the park or by the lake,

Enjoying the sunshine, for goodness sake!

I'll take up a hobby, perhaps pottery or art,

Or maybe learn to play an instrument with my heart.

No more deadlines, no more stress,

I'll live life with ease, I must confess.

Sure, money may be tight for a while,

But that's just a minor bump in the aisle.

I'll find a new job, one that I love,

And when I do, I'll soar above!

So here's to being fired, let's raise a glass,

For it's not the end, but a chance to surpass.

I'll take this opportunity and make it grand,

For life is too short to not take a stand.