My Poetry Is About Life| The World's worst Poem | Poetry to Ruin Your Mind.|Photos Included
Poetry to make you moan. Obama, hear me groan!
I am not a poet
And boy do I know it
My life is more than half over
And just yesterday, I was playing Red ROVER
I lost my job last week
Now I am up a creek
I just turned forty-three
I was a teenager in 1983
Being over forty in a bad economy
Takes a lot out of me
Because everyone seeks wisdom
Except when hiring for the business kingdom
I am looking for someone to hire
A guy with a spare tire
I still have a lot to give
If my age you’re willing to forgive
I have a family to feed
So, you see I am in need
I will not call in like your younger employees with a hangover
Or my wife will say, with our bills, it is over
The doctor gives me pills
To get over my unemployment ills
But what I need is cash
Or my life will turn to ash
So, what I need is employment
Not self-fulfillment
But is it bad to want both?
Or, am I some foolish oaf?
Oh well, every Hubber seems to be some kind of poet
Some are not talented and do know it
However, I told you I am not a poet
And now you know it