Between Jobs Poem by Alexander Reda

Between Jobs



Give me a job or get off my back
Ive had enough of this attack,
it's not my fault there is no duty,
you think it's fun, constant poverty,
try it for a few years and see what happens,
if you survive and your mind ripens,
perhaps you'll get some understanding,
it's more valuable than cash handling.

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