About the Poem
We all like to rationalize away our problems, or the reasons we do things we know we ought not. Plus, this one might help remove the sting of unemployment.
Job Fare |
| by Alastair Adamson |
| When I was young I thought Of so many things I would be And so practiced a lot of things To make a man of me Every action or decision I made Sparked an action in alternate plane Traveling down the Trousers of Time They were to me close, but not the same Soldier, poet, musician, policeman Fireman, carpenter, gardener, chef Short attention filled every job Even squirrel- feeder with palatial clef These other me's took every job Leaving me vexed and annoyed Maybe now you'll understand Why I'm unemployed |
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5 Visitor Comments
anand
i vote for the people who is best
nancy
i liked this poem because i can relate
Elise
I thought it was hilarios!
Jon
Wonderful - I recognise the aspirational hitch!
srile
pretty good.
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