This endless chasm of indigestion
led to this moment of true delirium
If I check the mail one more time
I might just see a job for me.
So I search:
the papers, the listings and online
I put on my best clothes
not showing any hint of my recession
I set off walking
to see what I could accomplish.
The birds started spilling out
the roof to see what they could see.
Me doing what I detest. Picking
up anything that will pass me
through till tomorrow
I saw a sign
posted in a window
when I went for coffee
when I should have been drinking tea.
I hid my eyes
so I wouldn’t notice
and I would have to apply
Some things in life just aren’t free
I can see when the wind blows
that there will be a job for me
It’s not in the arts,
manufacturing the world
There is simply nothing
that interests me.
I put my name
on every list that contains
info. Gave every last piece of me I had.
Till the sky turned green
and snowed in July
I rocked the boat and bounced so high.