Job For Hire Poem by Craig Fieldings

Job For Hire



Mister.. Mister.. can I get a job? Let me tell you there’s no shame in my game. This is America, the land of the free and the brave, where capitalism reigns. So why I’m I broke?
Look mister.. I’ll wash your car, walk your dog, cut your yard, just give a brotha a chance to get some of those dead presidents you got. I’ve served our country honorably and you told everyone how proud you were of me, so here’s your chance to show it, quick don’t miss the opportunity. I might change my mind. Wait where are you going? Ok.. Ok.. but let’s not use that word patriotism so loosely then.
I’m back…What do you mean your not hiring, today? Just out of curiosity, if you knew I needed a visa would you use me then? Don’t play games I know how it works.. I might not have your fancy car or house or clothes but don’t think I don’t know who backs you stood on to get where you are.
What is this? I’m not applying for a charity position so you can stop being so tight. I know you’re conducting a business but I got to eat too.
You know what, keep your JOB (Just over broke) I got a better idea, after I develop my business you can work for me. Don’t worry; whatever I don’t pay you will be made up in the “Benefit Package”.

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