Source: Adults
Author: Peter Philips
Title:
Unemployed
I'm unemployed. I'm out of work.
Just saying it, I feel a jerk.
I'm redundant and there's no way in.
The work-shy of you may raise a grin.
But me, I'd really like a job.
Without one I feel like an aimless slob.
I've tried and tried and tried again.
But all my applications are in vain.
So to those of you who are still employed
Cherish the moment before you're destroyed.
Once on the scrap heap of the 2010s.
There's simply no way back again.
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