Tremulous Tactics Poem by John Sensele

How do I get a job if I'm so bitter
Filled with bile from my liver to the litter
In my bleary brain
That clearly suffers strain

I vomit on social media
Knowing nothing from Wikipedia
To help me move forward
As I race everyday backward

Advertising the seamy side of me
For the job market petulance evidence to see
And determine I'm for purpose so unfit
Until my dysfunctional disease I quit

Or else I condemn myself to chains of joblessness
Cos no prospective employer desires recklessness
In a job applicant filled with so much hate
I somehow expect my hate makes me great.