I rue the day my head went mad
I rue the way I made my life sad
Pouring vats of nonsense
Believing I vouched for common sense
Disgorging the worst I could
Hammering my future into bad mood
Nonsense at will I uttered
Ignoring imprint in social media mattered.
My school I cursed
Curse upon curse I rehearsed
Light dawned too late when no job I could find
As prospective employers berated my risible rind.
Where did you steal this certificate?
Ain't this quaint cabbage what you hate?
Sir, no job for nitwits like you
In our view you belong to the social media blue.
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