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Livelihood

I liked to sew

So I became a weaver

But I stitched too slow

So I became a leaver

Then I studied to sue

To become a lawyer

But justice isn't true

And neither is my employer

So I learned how to dance

And I joined the ballet

But the pockets of my pants

Grew emptier with each day

I wandered around with no aim

Followed by gloom and dismay

And I waited in shame

For something to come my way

I got good at waiting

I realized one day

So I began waiting tables

For breadcrumbs as pay

Still I worked day and night

For my hard earned crumbs

My back broke, my hair fell

But it's not enough when the bill comes

The bills come and go

And I along with them

I am nothing anymore

To the emptiness, I succumb

I situate myself

In a box under a bridge

And someone sneers at me

"Get a job, kid"