A Brand New Trade (The Exhausted Job Hunter Poem)
September 12, 2016
All I want is to try my hand
At a brand new trade
Following the end
Of my last job, friend,
Hoping to have it made.
Alas, the people in charge have made
Error ‘pon error to the end,
Making me run through loops
And jump through hoops
As I wonder what’s ‘round the bend.
Do I finally get new work in the end,
Or tis this all one bug “Oops?”
‘Cause I’m starting to fret
About what I’ve yet
To do to join this group.
I hope there’s no low to which I must stoop
In order to secure this bet,
‘Cause I’d really hate
To lose out on a great
Chance to grow as a person yet.
I’m crossing my fingers, trying not to fret
And hoping things will turn out great
And that Fate’s fickle hand
And places something good on my slate.
If the results, though, I come to hate,
Then it’s back to pounding the land.
Then elsewhere, there’ll be made
Hist’ry where I’ll be paid
By someone who truly understands.