Modern Unemployment

Out of the job, looking for work, Will do whatever needs to be done, Have been the words I’ve said every day, Ever since my redundance begun, But all of the work is applied for online, With pages and pages of files, Where every small detail of my meagre life, Is somehow what the job here requires, From my lifestyle, my likes, and the name of my dog, To what sort of food do I eat, To what sort of team do I follow in sport, And what brand do I wear on my feet, But the most frustrating data looked at the most, Why my submission’s withdrawn, Is the bit under my name for each online form, That states the date I was born.