Desperation Poem by Edwina Reizer

I'm out of work.
There's a boilin' in my head.
I'm out of work.
The time has come I dread
to make a decision
'bout what I'm gonna do.
Shall I jump ship
and leave it all to you?
I've been walkin' the streets
tryin' to find some pay.
But all I ever find
at the end of my day
is tiredness and not one cent
to help me make my way.
I'm out of work.
There's a boilin' in my head.
I'm out of work.
Sometimes
I wish that I were dead.