JOB HUNTING

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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