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
become Nothing.

Only to find Purpose, in Quality,
Resourcefulness and Sanity.

Watching Xeroxed, Yellowed, Zebras,
form in my mind.

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