Unemployment

written 08-28-2007

On this full moon night
I mourn the loss of a job
But I am not sad to lose this job
It was fun and frustrating
It was something new
but now it is done

I mourn for the reason
more than the titles
Only one reason I do what I do
cashier, salesfloor
stocker, appointment setter
I do whatever, whenever for the money


How do I go home now
and say it again
I got fired or I quit
Soon the money will be gone too
How can I raise my family like this??
How??

This is not living
This is true strife
I struggle just to survive
But the weight pulls me down, keeps me smothered
no more air, just boiling water to fill my lungs,
just boiling water left for me to breathe deeply.