Bad Year

I started at the bank about a week
Before the foundry closed. I worked
In the convenience store at night,
But it was robbed. I've gone to seven
Interviews, and done my best to make
It seem to broken-down incompetents
That I should get their jobs. No one calls.
I'm stuck at home. That's why I started
When you said you think that we
Are through.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-11-03 at 13:30

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