The Potpourri Of Being Unemployed

The Potpourri Of Being Unemployed

You are constantly fighting off the refrain of ‘woe is me’

Fighting the urge to drink from the font of self-pity

You walk around in Manhattan… feasting your eyes

Not on the fairer sex…

But just hoping to be gainfully employed

Your mind is forever teeming…

Fantasizing about some benign tragedy befalling someone of worth

And you being the Calvary

And when your newly minted benefactor asks what is you desire

You simply say allow me the penance of my labor

In the home, you over compensate

In doing chores you once detested

It is machismo awkwardly intervening

In the wee hours of the night

You have blogged, written plays, poems, and movies…

Yet, the spirit of indolence lingers

But you remind yourself

You’ve been working thirty nine out of your two-score

And seven years you have been encased in this mortal coil

You are thinking of tomorrow

That loneliness will once again be crowded

When you heard a voice… that of Job

Who said to you – Man Up!

Conveying to you that in one day

He lost all of his mammon… his ten children...

And the presence of Elohim for some thirteen years

Of which you sheepishly responded:

Touché Job

Touché…


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yolanda yvette 5 years ago

Awesome. Funny. Greatly expressed.

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