unemployed again, it seems that i can't hold a job for more then two years at a time, i just can't take the shit anymore, everyday my job is on the line, someone new is waiting in the wings, waiting for me to fall, so, instead of getting fired, i just quit. i sit here now before you, 3 newspapers opened to the classifieds, looking for the next job, hoping to find a good one, the perfect one would read: help wanted; needed one talentless writer to sit in front of computer, reading and writing poems all day, excellent salary with full benefit package, so, until that job comes up i'll have to settle for something less, maybe i'll be a carpenter again, or this time work in a bookstore, whatever comes up, i'll take a chance, but, i'll still be writing poems and posting them here,for free.
Reason for writing:
trying to find another freaking job, again
Birth sign: Libra
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