Get a Job - Soapbox Poetry

Get a job! (Soapbox Poetry) Reaching your hand in another man’s pocket Taking your fill, still you’re screaming for more Limits are reached due to faults in the system What do our children have waiting in store? ~~~ Why should I work when you owe me a living? I cast my vote so you’ll pay in my name Making excuses, yes that’s what I’m good at It’s never me, someone else is to blame Can’t take that job, for it’s too far beneath me Flipping those burgers will send me to drink I’ll sit at home watching reruns of Dallas Lost in the sofa and close to the brink She lives next door and she’s up every morning Riding the bus so she can get ahead Feeding her children and wants no assistance It’s so much easier staying in bed He walks to work, seven miles down the highway That is so dumb and why can’t he see Just a short stroll down the way to the mailbox All that you need will be given for free Look at the news, the work force is tanking Why even try when they hand me the cash Maybe some food and a six-pack of Miller Leaving enough for my getting high stash ~~~ It is so sad the state of our nation Laziness now is a medal to wear Please bear in mind this is just my opinion Just a few thoughts that I wanted to share Ok, I know I will get some flack for this and yes, many, many do need assistance because of health problems, disabilities, etc. I have no problem with that, but just as many take advantage of the system, making it tough for those who truly need it. I work hard for a living and I know there are jobs out there if people want to do them. Maybe they aren’t glamorous or what some saw themselves doing, but they are out there.