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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Employment (01/26/12)

TITLE: The Pink Slip
By Terry R A Eissfeldt
01/31/12


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Insatiable, that’s how I’m described.
Persistent, irrevocable, like a dog with a bone.
I don’t give up until the job is done.

Can you imagine my horror and shock
when I was given the pink slip?
You know...
The pink slip...
Notice that my services are no longer required.

Yet, I was born for this job.
Perfectly crafted.
No one in all the universe
is as capable, or willing,
to do the job.

My father led the most successful campaign
against the establishment.
By his very act my mother was born
and then she gave birth to me...*

No, not the best pedigree, I admit,
But still the exact formula
needed to create
the perfect entity
for the job.

I guess you could describe me as
the clean up man:
I finish what my parents start

And I thought I had finished the job
where this man was concerned.
I had him in my grip!
I finished him off like all the rest.

When he first showed up,
telling everyone
“I’m the Man”
I knew he had to go.

My parents recognized him.
“Yes, finally,” they gleefully announced,
"the boss’s son is here.”

They told me to keep him in my sights.
I followed him around for a while
and then I teased a few weaklings
to join in the game
And when the time was right...

CHECKMATE

Man, you should have been at the party!
It lasted two whole days.
I was the toast of the town.
My parents were so proud.

But then the sun rose on the third day.

And he...he...he...
came striding over to me
To me! The Finisher!

He told me my days were numbered.
My parents just sat there
cowering...
Apparently, they already knew
their days were numbered.
They thought that if I finished
him off somehow we’d all be free.

We were all shocked
when he took the keys away
from the old man.

And he looked so smug
when he gave me the
Pink Slip

But when I looked at it
I didn’t see pink
I saw red.

I can’t believe
he fired me...
me...
DEATH!

*according to Milton’s Paradise Lost Death is the result of Lucifer giving birth to Sin then joining with her to create Death.

Revelation 21:4
“...there will no longer be any death.”


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Beth LaBuff 02/04/12
Fascinating analogy! I love your Biblical references! I wanted to read this several times.
Amy Michelle Wiley 02/06/12
Good job keeping me guessing as to who the MC was. I figured it out near the end. Very interesting perspective on the topic! Thanks for the explanation about the Paradise Lost story, too. I haven't read it and was puzzled by that part in the poem.
Yvonne Blake 02/08/12
Wow! The personification is amazing. Well done!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 02/09/12
Congratulations for ranking 13th in level 4 and 13th overall!