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Nov 2016
By: Cedric McClester

My future options are in doubt
With unemployment runnin’ out
Don’t wanna go that outlaw route
But I’m close to it - just about
See I’m another sad statistic
Though the President is optimistic
I hope somehow that he can fix it
Cos I don’t know if I can risk it

If I had a job to call my own
I wouldn’t feel so all alone
I’d work my fingers to the bone
But that pipe dream is clearly gone

You could say my hand’s been forced
Because my job has been out sourced
I’m not the only one of course
Who’s talked about this till they’re hoarse
Although the numbers hardly moved
The situation has improved
The future’s ours to win or loose
It’s no wonder I’ve turned to *****

If I had a job to call my own
I wouldn’t feel so all alone
I’d work my fingers to the bone
But that pipe dream is clearly gone
I’m havin a Palin moment
Cos I feel stuck
I’m close to sayin’ what the f--k
So why don’t you just wish me luck
Or pass the hat I need a buck


If I had a job to call my own
I wouldn’t feel so all alone
I’d work my fingers to the bone
But that pipe dream is clearly gone

And though my situation seems dire
The President knows how to inspire
Now I just need to be hired
Cos I would never call him a liar
I know the man is well intended
Though unemployment has not been ended
I just hope it gets rescinded
Or somehow Constitutionally amended

If I had a job to call my own
I wouldn’t feel so all alone
I’d work my fingers to the bone
But that pipe dream is clearly gone

My future options are in doubt
With unemployment runnin’ out
Don’t wanna go that outlaw route
But I’m close to it - just about
See I’m another sad statistic
Though the President is optimistic
I hope somehow that he can fix it
Cos I don’t know if I can risk it



Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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