Thursday might be a good day to write something...
I'm trying to make a living...
Spreading resumes like my own infection
Paper cuts from the classified section
Bleeding on the Times
Sleeping on the Daily
Tired doesn't sell
And no one's buying introspection
I'm almost back to well
Then I'm racked with sighing
A cough and and a lie
Just to make a commission
Days of phone calls and clinics
And top secret missions
I smile for the cynics
And cry when I can't
Even think of being hired
--Experience required
Misgivings like a prison
I'm sick of counting cells
I'm sick
And trying to make a living