Unemployment
Im unable to diagnose, or come close
To why employment says adios
I cant keep a job, Only god knows why
My plans go awry, but I continue to apply
Each passing moment echos each passing day
Has it been 3 months since I've been paid
My parents look on with frustration in their faces
Getting ready To turn and draw at 10 paces
Depression, Aggression, 10 minutes left in our session
Saddle Up soldier, its time to go to war
But this is the job market not the marine corp
Some doubt that I can make it, but I will not quit
There is very little in this world that would make me submit
Paper dollars of money, Credit card distractions
The smell of money, and electronic transactions
My hard work has paid off, I have an interview at three
With all these late bills, Im just glad that its free
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