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The Job Hunt
by Ken Shiovitz
I’m looking now inside myself,
I’m searching deep within.
Can I sit and make some calls At
seven cents a spin?
Can I wake up when it's dark
And load some papers in?
Can I stop at each front door To
collection a donation? I
ask what I can do for now.
How can I stay and live?
Will I be the paint store guy, Or
more administrative? I
can be a people person,
Tho' now I hate them all.
Six months undoes a lifetime Of
confidence and gall. So
we all become promoters On
the market of ourselves.
Egos get tied to money,
Tell our minds we're feeling swell. |
