Employment Service Provider Referral

Oh lordy babies I need me a job. The problem with gettin the bipolar disease, being on the disability pension for six(?) years and having about a year and a half work experience all up is that I don’t need to finish that sentence. I done wrote this poem after searching online for a job using the terms Creative and Writing because it is what I am good at (debatable). I got zero results. Here’s hoping kids.

 

Thumbs

 

I sit and wait

Cos my awkward gait

Steps on children, puppies

People’s dreams

 

I spill on myself

I’m not good at health

My hands are thumbs

Is what it seems

 

And I still wait for the day

That I can truly say

I did a good job

Successful schemes

 

But

 

If I gotta think

I got all, plus kitchen sink

 

And when it comes to good cheer

My smile’s always near

 

And if you wanna fight

I’ll punch keyboards all night

 

I’ll write me under the table

You bastard

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