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Thursday, August 8, 2013

A poem from an unemployed journalist

Freshly graduated, degree in hand
Applying to places that don't give a damn

After 200 tries and still no success,
I'm starting to get annoyed, I must confess

I can't see straight, I'm losing my powers
I've been staring at this damn computer screen for too many hours

Does anybody have any beef jerky? I could use a snack
I'm sick of being asked about the job search and receiving flack

So let me do what I please though I feel like a bum
I'm literally flipping burgers at the beach for not a great sum

HIRE ME PLEASE

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