Day by day as I wake up in the morning
Knowing that I prepare for nothing
Makes me to rise up unwilling

It’s hard being workless
The air whispers I’m worthless
My inner stamina depresses

As the hands of time pass by
And I do nothing but standby
My soul chides me, I just sigh

Being jobless makes me feeble and fat
Becoming disgusting to look at
Like a weak-limbed fattened rat

Without a job, I feel unworthy
To take in meals three times daily
Consumed by aura of lethargy

Oh Lord, deliver us from this abeyance
Give me business or work by chance
Lest I be caught by an ambulance.

-07/18/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection