Again there’s no money in the bank.
Jobs like houseflies elude capture,
Buzzing around my head in
Tantalizing yet unreachable proximity.
Send your curriculum vitae!
Tell me what you’re good at!
Oh, I’m sorry; you lack experience.
Experience for what?
To pull a pint?
To run items through a scanner?
To put money into a till,
Filling your pockets whilst you pay pittance?
Oh trust me, sir, I am
well versed in being fucked.