WANTED:

Run down human
being

heartbroken
at the end of a tether

wannabe poet

sixty somethingish

must have own mind

Irish or at the very least
able to do the accent

be unable to tell
a lie

must have the double
initials D.D.

must have seven heads.

"Begobs..!" says I
to myself says I

the very job for me!"

I could do it standing on
my head>

Apply within it said
and so I did on a whim

the job was mine as long as I could be
all seven of my selves.