Hundred Dollars. Poem by Andrey Fisht

I had hundred dollars,
Only chance to get a job,
I've paid for dirty roads,
Just for chance of getting work.

I had hundred dollars,
There were different jobs,
All were typed in paper blocks,
And in silly written forms.

I had hundred dollars,
Two drivers got their money,
Some cafes got their profits,
But job is like a fake...

I had hundred dollars,
I've changed them into papers,
I've filled all of them in vain,
That was really great!

I had hundred dollars,
That was all I really had,
I achieved a zero goal,
All I've got is a headache.

I've got no hundred dollars,
I'm staring at the banks,
I'm thinking of white collars,
And they think of me as trash.

I had hundred dollars,
Only chance to get a job,
I've paid for dirty roads,
Just for chance of getting work.