DO I HAVE ANY MORE QUESTIONS? Poem by Nachoem M. Wijnberg

Each time I get fired they ask me later
to come back for a few days.

I shouldn't lose heart if I hear them say
that things haven't worked out the way they'd hoped.

I'm giving up buying new clothes because I have enough clothes I've never worn,
but they're not new, they were bought for this very purpose long ago.

Just say you don't want to hear that I have been fired again,
because that's something different from ransoming me, when will I start to behave?

That's what you get for asking me too often what I want to be later,
a day will come when you will no longer ask me that,
you'll have asked it so often.