god damn job

yeah, i need one; so what else is new?

i was informed this morning that my résumé is
"quite impressive."

needless to say, i didn't get the position
that had demanded receipt of said résumé ―

why should i?

as usual, i'm "overqualified" for the position.

(not to mention, a bit long in the tooth.)

well, shit, i just want to work at this point.

you wouldn't think that'd be so much to ask for,
would you?

would you?

(i mean, i really don't know.)

all i know is i turn 34 on saturday,
and i guess i have to find it amusing
that i'm still so freakin' bad
at being a responsible adult.

but in light of other things i'm thinking,
i'll just summarize by saying
that i'm tired of all this.

i'm tired of being poor;
i'm tired of being broke;
i'm tired of being a fool.

i'm tired of dreams i don't realize,
and i'm tired of those i control.

i'm tired of listening to everyone's words,
as i'm tired of all of my own,

and i'm sick of the fact
that even this act
turns into
another bad poem.

when will i (l)earn?
why haven't i (l)earned?
why must i dangle,
again,
from this rope?

hey, i just
realized
what you may have
surmised:

don't write

with aceyalone.



(but you may want to pick up
magnificent city,
his rekkid with rjd2)



now, if you'll excuse me,
i must return to
beating my head

against the wall ...