Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my career wasn't going that well
so I had to get a job which I lost
the insurance went as well, then the house
I was a nihilist in denial, didn't believe
my own resume on monsters dot com

I was repentant and gave up poetry
these are hard times after all
and conspicuous assumption
is against all fashion, I fall
between the cracks of decency

I had to face the tangible fact that
I was completely unemployable
the agencies wouldn't even talk
poetry had not prepared me for
my golden years of blissful leisure

spent most my pension and 401 on women,
wine and high living, the rest I wasted
retirement was out of the question
only the breath, the final breath
finishes a poem.

hehe... i love this!

thanks doreen
I knew you would relate
it's hell when a typical 16 year old geek surpasses your skill set

I console myself with quips like these:
"Youth and enthusiasm will always be overtaken by old age and cunning."

I was completely unemployable

Don't I know that one.
I used to think I could work for whoever I wanted to, and that it was important to make sure I only worked for who I wanted to work for. Now I understand I can only work for whoever wants me to work for them. And nobody does.

Good piece, LR.

Peace,
Barry

LR, my masters doesn't make an iota of impression on an employer. Poetry is irrelevant. My field now should be custodial engineering.

John