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On the TV I heard him say, "No one wants to work these days." My generation lays dormant hibernating in parents basements. We slumber so we can smother childish desires for a house and a lover. Our overdue rent on prospect the proprietor, has come to collect. Sleep comes quite easily for us fed-up past employees; If I stay a pipe-dream ****** maybe I won't wake up hungry.
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 11:10 PM UTC
My mom doesn't watch the news
try to grow up. fail on repeat. the weight of wasted years pushing down "i will have it figured out by then." fall back asleep. friends move out. i am behind. laying in my room, no boxes to pack. dreams collect dust. money flies away over an unmade bed. another job slips through my hands, the walls close in and time moves on.
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Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 2:46 AM UTC
college
Check check check, What’s next? check check check. don’t worry, the list keeps coming, check check check, easy to do, for fools do it too, check check check. Hang your head on, that piece on the refrigerator, before you head back, check check check. Don’t break your neck, working on, lets check, check check check. No check? check check check, So easy to do, that fools do it too, check check check, break the neck, check check check, Now, what comes next?
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Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 12:41 PM UTC
Dancing on Concrete in Kinked Khaki Pants
and now the numbers are rising again hospitals filling ICUs getting sparse it seems this virus actually is a bit more dangerous than the common flu no matter what irresponsible leaders across the globe keep telling their citizens against the advice of medical experts despite almost 30 million infected 1 million dead and hundreds of millions of jobless encouraging their followers to ignore safety instructions making them believe it is OK again to spread infections on parties and in discos or massive election campaign events continuing the vicious circle … continuing …. continuing …. continuing...
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Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 11:31 AM UTC
rising numbers
Once I went out to seek for a new job. Only to find out I came home (afterwards) completely mad!
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Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
Jobless!
There are 82 "Thunders" in the song "Thunder".
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Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 5:04 AM UTC
Social distancing day 1.
I wanna do Something to do But i don't know what to do Even how do i do Do do do...
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Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
Jobless
Can I share your Christmas Mine’s been ****** away Too busy closing out my job To have much time to play No Christmas tree, no mistletoe No wreath on my front door No strings of lights across the roof No “spirit” any more I promise not to hog your joy And I will not intrude I only want to steal a taste Of all your special day includes A whiff of loving happiness And reverence for the season I want to feel some holiday And that’s my only reason So if you’ll let me have a bite Of what your Christmas means I’ll be forever in your debt For sharing happy scenes. ljm
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Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
ASKING
I’ve given up everything, apparently for the express purpose of finding myself here with exactly nothing and no place to put it. ljm
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
TERMINATION
I ran down the muddy track Certain that the art of losing was too easy to master But no, behind my back Ran hundreds of other people, faster, and faster they ran. not for fame because they too were running in the marathon of life's shame they too were jobless like me maybe penny-less the competition was too tough for me after all, I'm a young chap, you see Thus, I bequeathed myself to the ***** track Fell there Gave up Cause I knew, I was never the man for the job.
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC
Jobless
*some days, i can be very brave. some days, i can be a coward. today, i am a coward. today, i walked away. i walked so far that i left my job behind. today, i was a coward.*
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
came with a job but left without one
Ain't got a job, Ain't got a car, Ain't got a reason to feel inferior... Ain't got a thought, Ain't got a care, Ain't got a reason to believe in the.. ..Government. And we're making up excuses as we go (we're not finished here) So who you're gonna call when you're down and out? Making ends meet don't seem so pretty now... Yeah who you're gonna call when you're down and out? Waiting on a paycheck date to carry you up.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 5:17 AM UTC
Graping
Jobless, motherless. Believe it or not, life is better when you have less. No stress. All in all, who are you honestly trying to impress? Envision your own meaning to success. Everything is temporal. I mean is that $60 jacket really essential? Even without these material things you've still got potential. Recognize your circumstances don't define you. Let them refine what's already behind you. Our story has just begun, don't let anyone tell you it's done. It takes guts to get up everyday to run towards the sun. Our mistakes are lessons meant to shape us. Seasons change. Wake up to your new reality it isn't a fantasy. We are merely survivors of our own created calamities.
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
True Life: I'm Addicted to Writing
I feel like someone just squeezed me alive! The rain is now pelting down by my side. Somehow I was let go from my job. It's nothing personal I guess I'm a snob. I feel as though my life is closing to an end. There's no future here for me, my friend. As an adult I pay my dues. With no money in my account I am barren blues. I kind of like a boy who I don't know very well. These feelings inside me are making me swell. Should I go hide or burry my face in the dirt. Or is this a sign that when life really hurts and the grey skies pour down and the heavy clouds unburden their sorrow there has to be meaning in these wet tears to swallow. It's kind of like a bittersweet revelation. A complete failure or a filigree contemplation. Somewhere deep inside, I weep. In silent pity I lay to sleep.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
Untitled
All pretentious bores, Read and internalise As much as possible With all your dull brain. You may have all the Time in this world to Sit and Google me, Stalk my friends and Assume my life, get a life! You are inappropriate To be associated with, Oh heavens! I’m glad You totally hate me. Poke your nose on Your own ****** *** Wash your wits and Take healthy naps, Drink cold water, it helps!   I’ve tried to be candid As possible, if your ego Cannot digest, get help. Listen, read, talk and eat- Good, you probably will Start to think good. Peace be with your Dignity and respect you Desperately cry for! Amen!
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Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
Open Letter
I jump with glee And break my knee Eat homemade ghee And **** with Lee.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 5:16 AM UTC
What do you do?
If necessity is the mother of invention then killing time is the mother of discovery
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Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 5:16 AM UTC
Just being Lazy !
I fail at life so hard I say I want a job But when I get called my anxiety takes over and makes me want to be invisible. My mind is muddled and my soul is sad Why, at life, must I be so bad
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
Fail
I am not a worthless ***** Stop treating me like one. I am not an unsuccessful, lazy person. Stop treating me like one. I am not a snotty ***** Stop treating me like one. I am not a stupid know-it-all. Stop treating me like one.
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Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
Please Stop
Twice the fool is the runaway Who hides his trail, as he hides his ache All bottle and pills, temporary sleep Insomniac daze and cheap dinner meals Static lies on a stationary screen Radio chatter can’t feed the famine in me The world is aflame With no one awake Sunrise slumber I fall unconscious to the restless on midnight pavement Breaking bones or breaking bottles Selling skin or dealing dust to lost souls Hearts tucked and folded from the cold Future oblique I dare you, predict my dreams Late riser / never bloomer Packs a bag, a change of clothes To deadbeat joints, and dead end posts Been as many years gone as daily cigarettes smoked Bloodshot symmetry eyes I see in every passerby Like the whole city gone up and left their troubles behind, You and I We’re cerebral projections Locked into motor whirs, recursive disintegration Status acknowledged, clean cut Black and white since day one Mould breaker, you’re told you’re out of line Gutter graves or veins, stay your place or fall behind The only constant is the throne You sit upon or come to view as your body’s own The red light stare, blue flicker flares Blare on your skin, like prisms, colour wear Better to fade to grey than know yourself For what you truly are, just a shade of catch and tell Dire straits No deviation Full advance Or desolation Empty eyes Golden restraints I don’t want wealth I just want change
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Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
late riser / never bloomer