Some call him lazy and his wife calls him a jerk.
His wife is very angry because he will not work.
He won't get a job even though he's an able-bodied man.
Her husband refuses to get a job even though he can.
His wife is getting sick and tired of having to support him and their four kids.
She'd like to auction him off on ebay and she doesn't care how low people would bid.
He says that he can't work even though he has no disability.
His wife would get a divorce but she'd have to pay alimony.
She struggles to support her family and doesn't know where to turn.
An extra paycheck would come in handy but the bum will never learn.
He likes to sit on his ass and watch TV all day long while drinking his beer.
If the slob could be paid for that, he would earn a million bucks every year.
When everything is said and done,
His wife is looking to buy a shotgun.
When he continues to refuse to get a job, his wife does not know what to do.
If you're a woman who will take him off her hands, she will be indebted to you.
I don't know how to express this,
It's only my point of view.
I may be mistaken
I have made more than a few.
I may lack education,
Although I have always worked.
I have no hesitation,
Unemployment is for jerks.
If you are genuinely needy
Or disabled in any way
It is not that you are greedy,
You require money so you can pay,
For the necessities of life,
To keep a roof over your head.
Financial help is warranted,
When you are unable to get out of bed,
To look for employment.
That you wish that you could do,
Lazing in bed all-day
It cannot benefit you
It would play on your mind
As we all need to work
Unless you are the kind
That does not feel the need
For work, YOU JERK!
Jerk is an appropriate name,
You're all the same,
Why should you work?
When you know all the perks
And the handouts you'll receive
While you have a ball
Doing nothing at all
But deceive.
Help is needed everywhere,
Everyone able should work
Many suffer lives of despair
Please stop behaving like a JERK.
When I come to get a job-all they can say is "Hem",
And all personnel department nearly froze on.
I don't understand- why is not enough for them,
Recommendations from a head of the prison?
be ready be steady
be frim be stren
have the tools
be well school
but be to odd
need this you can't miss
TO GET A JOB
This feels to be the Last Frontier
Of the Great Urban Conquest.
I remain, day by excruciating day,
Steadily engaged in my paralysis.
Should I walk the streets with flying papers?
Humming the optimistic tune of the gravedigger?
City lights and morbid nights,
Keep your cheer in rugged fabric
Tied to uncommon reed, slung over the shoulder.
Bear down on this blind, blazing city
Like the death-hungry Bobcat,
Eyes gleaming yellow on the mount,
Distant and immersed.
Patient and alert.
Find thee a job.
Though these boots have no straps
Pull push and burn
That faith-light on
And on and on.