Unemployment Poem by Justin Gildow
Unemployment
Today, I thought I'd hang around my room
The way that America has me right now
I'm trapped
And there's nowhere I want to go
Painting and writing are some really good friends
Yet in my heart
I can't wait for my unemployment to end
I can't wait for that special phone call to come
Only then
Will things in my life feel like a godsend
Friday, December 30, 2011
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4/25/2024 10:03:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the lostness of the unemployed, and the underemployed... the curse of this time... change is coming! good poem!