Sunday, October 21, 2012

I work for food

“I work for food.”
says the wasted poster
in the foul hands of a lean soul
and a leaner belly.  
The job seeker swims in the waves of steel  
the potential employers provide petty change only
there are not jobs to spare.
Finally a truck driver asks the job seeker for help
unloading raw chickens for markets to sell.
The theoretical worker says:
“I have a back problem
I can’t carry poultry today
maybe tomorrow.”
With the sunset, the job hunter quits for the day
          with a bag of change
he goes away while the drivers go home
           to dine chicken
in thousands of different ways.