mitts quits.

This week i gave my notice.
that's right, i mean i quit.
i stomped my foot and curled my lip
and said "my god, that's IT!"

Alright, there was less drama
and not a trace of sneer
but the fact remains: i quit this week
merry resignation -- happy new year.

Now i wrap up projects like presents
bye bye chevy, farewell sweet cadillac
typical that even in the final days
baby's still got feedback.

This week i gave my notice
that's right, the secret's out
the question is: will my new job
be too good to complain in poetry about?