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
one of my heads

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
...simultaneously