Unemployment has conquered the better part of this house as one more roommate has left the grind and given up the ghost. Now only one of us has a job to their name, but at this rate, who really knows. Below is a brief poem that explains my general disposition, or rather, the ethos of this house. Mind you, this is likely the first poem I’ve written since gradeschool. I’ll keep it sweet.
School
Free work
Free work
Free work
“Hello world! Will you feed me?”
“Fuck you!”
That gives you a general idea of my thoughts on geography, the economy, and my subsequent loss of dignity matched only by my growing humour. What can you do now, but laugh. And laugh in the sun, at that. With remarkable clarity, I can honestly say that altruism does not always pay off. What is a man if he is always good and always hungry?
