The Alphabet Game
Alone, i sit, Bored and unemployed,
Chances are i might never find work,
Despite numerous applications,
resumes and references.
Enough time has passed, i no longer
believe, For i realistic,
Given, my age, Hopeless, I become
more and more each day.
Juxtaposed, i Kill time Letting Myself
Only to find Purpose, in Quality,
Resourcefulness and Sanity.
Watching Xeroxed, Yellowed, Zebras,
form in my mind.
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