Prompt: outsider poem

Laid

I wonder what everyone is doing this time on a payday
I’m trying to remember what I did on paydays
I was in front of the wave of lay offs
My fortune is that I’m so experienced in getting fired
I chuckle at the palpable pink slip panic in the air

I stopped eating in restaurants
Stopped buying anything that caught my eye
I started growing my own food
I bought a gun and a flock of chickens
And got ready for the next wave of lay offs

This time on a payday
Hay day on a play day
Lay down for the lay off
Lay off
Move along