job

I need a job

Not something I want

But I need it all the same

 

Weekly nights spent in green matter

College eats a deep whole

Into this torn pocket

And glasses aren’t cheap

I’m typing blind for the next two weeks

 

I need job

Been wasting my life away

Lost in a sea lacking the composition

Of railroad tracks and back alley streets

 

Author's Note

Cp. 11:21AM Wen 05/21/08 �Interstate Love Song� Stone Temple Pilots tired, going to nothing, just saying my words, ok-here (Typed, Prides)

Reviews

[Sixth Moon]

I just made a similiar poem like this. You have to ask yourself. AM I TO GOOD FOR A JOB lol keep writing youll find some answers sooner or later. However I feel that having a job is could" be a waste of life ". Practically people don't not grow within themselves. They are growing to be more robotic. Never lose your gift. College eats a deep whole " or hole. College is a money guzzeler in its self so write to the lunch ladies in the cafeteria they will hook you up with some free nachos.