Unemployable Poems - Poems about Unemployable

...Trumpeting and mythologizing deranged deplorable basket case as demigod Any idea regarding who unnamed individual earned such lofty title? I offer a clue, that averred person unknown to many other......

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...Sometimes pandemic people share pieces of our unspeakable personal story That no health care worker, sex therapist player, or green resonant systems organizer wants to hear, much less smell, ......

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...You rock ‘n roll heads, country bumpkins and sillies Trying to intimidate us into living your life path It is hilarious to us, so we laugh open mouthed Using shame we cannot feel, for we do not fe......

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... My Morning Rant By Miracle Man 1-7-2020 Seems weekly I awake to a new paradigm, we’re legalizing “weed” so it’s no longer a crime. Radical change came so quickly, I’m left agast, an......

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...This is the tale of Betty Vautour Who took on a lover at age forty-four. Stormed out of the house With soft-spoken curse, In nightdress and slippers, Cosmetics and purse. What was she t......

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... All the broken people I see them always when I go downtown begging for money or sleeping in a doorway I really want to help and although I have not much I give and wonder about them ......

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...Life is a dirty big hoot, it's a kick in the head Much superior to death, even light death it's said Though light death CAN be enjoyable You might become unemployable Tests have shown so......

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...I have two adulterish children with ADHD and some disconcerting levels of unemployable diversity. They go through each day with three parts harmony: I want this, I want that, and then I wa......

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...I can't tell you my address Imagine your fear when I say...Tivoli All you see is the inner city I am linked to death yet I have never killed one I find it strange no one sees my pain I was......

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...It seems that no one really gets it. The painful truth of my regret. A life lived unsuccessfully. The one I love does not love me. I now am on my final leg. And find that I'm too proud to beg.......

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...If We Don Need Um-Why Feed Um We do not need to feed - who we do not need Every since they yelled thar's gold in dem dar hills dars oil in dat der groun there's diamons in dat der mine there is sal......

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...Unemployable Illiterate graduates Under paid teachers By Robb A. Kopp All Rights Reserved © MMX......

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