I always think of exactly what to say
Right as the moment's passed
Oh, for just once I would love the peace of mind
To use "fuck off" when it's called for
We're unemployed again
Third time since 2010
But this'll be different
I'll make 'em all my bitch
And craft a resume
So clean and calculated
That it'll make them say
"We'd like to make you an offer
Of six figures and the warm knowing
That the rest of your life
Won't be spent worrying"
First draft sent
While I'm waiting...
I'm having a drink with my friends
But it's okay, LePage is paying
Who's every word is an offense
To the official he's portraying
And anyway, I paid my way in
So I don't feel too bad for making numb my face
Eight applications in
Twelve the week following
Hoping for digging in
On what I'm offering
It's been a couple months
Interest from no one
Before I'm back aboard
A ride from before
Where half the time
I undercut myself to get by
Then blow the rest
On blowing smoke into hollow night
Where no one's God will come save me
I'm having a drink with my friends
But it's okay, I'm medicating
For getting bent over again
As petty pleas for lubrication
Went commonly ignored
Making space a desired vacation
A station that floats in the sky
So far away from civilization
But I'm lonely enough in the night
To miss the ones that I was hating
So back to the grid I descend
To find a planet for my making
Where Karla sells hexes
To fend off spirits dark
And I'm escaping
Into a world bereft of debt and actualization
Until my phone ring gets to raking
On my nerves to have me waking
As my stomach makes a snake and
There's no fucking way I'm shaking any vice