Unemployment Poem by Damien Nicholson

going through the motions
the night draws a close to yet another day
and no satisfaction from it all
its just another one thats wasted away

early to sleep, an early riser
attending work to be one day closer to unemployment
coming soon, like the end
the day of reckoning, the day of full enjoyment

life on hold, can'not make plans
patiently awaiting those dreaded words to hear
they keep attending and slave away
but not me, i dont subscribe to that idea