I'M On Job Seekers On The Doll And What I Take Is Outta My Control (Unfinished) Poem by Noorie Ali

I'm job seeker on the doll
And what I take is outta my control
I’m on the doll
Though I’m not lazy
You think all these money snatchers are clumsy
The world thinks we sit back lay back on hay
When most days we struggle to pay
Rent, food clothes each day
You think we take your tax
Now why don’t you just sit back and relax

Now let me tell you my story
Tell it to you straight
How many job applications
Do I fill in a day …

Still they knock me down
I stay, underground no sound
Still sit around
Hoping for the best
Thinking am I, am I not better than the rest?

Now my mind wonders
What are they?

What aren’t the rest their all human?
I’m running down low going all dry
Why wont they just gimme a chance n
Let me try

I’m walking towards ally’s with no qualifications
Too much interrogation by the government
Too much of that why don’t you? Implement
They don’t look at me they just decide to bin down my CV now how is that my fault?
When all I do is try n get by
No this aint a lie you just wont bother responding to my cry
All you think is that I’m lazy

Do you really think I like it this way?
Way if all things were good and I had dollars and
I wasn’t bank-corrupt id have it my way any day

Wishing, hoping this was my last day on the doll
And wonder of the day I’d be free to creep out this hole…