JOB HUNTING
Scouting for a labor
Handing out in my arms,
Stack of smudged sheets
Limbs trudged on street shit
I wandered deserted cabins
Seeking for a stint
Peeking into every store
I sauntered under the glaring sun
When would it halt
For I crave no more
This pain, for it sting so much
I want to live
Breath to see another day
Trashing this stench sheet in the rain
Laundered and decent once again
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Hunt on
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