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Workless
Two paychecks away,
from the street.
dream house in foreclosure,
nothing to eat.
Can't sell the car,
can't drive it either.
May have to live in it,
until we get a breather.
Days were so sweet,
while socially climbing.
Spend all our time,
wining and dining.
We'd retire early,
on our 401(k).
Let poor slobs work,
while we play.
Our life was based,
on a workless deck of cards.
Structurally unsound,
now but shards.
What can we learn,
from the stress we are in?
To get off our workless asses,
and learn to work again.
Copyright 2009 © Ronald W. Hull
2/7/09
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Naked and painful truth. At 59, I could not find work, so I created my own job and am selling my products (and ideas) quite well. Enough to support myself and not beg from my government.
Cynthia
Edwin
...Mike