Less than a year left
to find a full-time job
with health insurance,
or else cheap out.
Living dirt cheap
having spent all my money
making sure I have insurance.
It’s not free here.
Then dropped by all my doctors
just as I was getting the hang of it.
Land a full-time job,
then they find some reason
to drop me.
My dream job would involve an office
but I don’t want to become stiff.
I want to wear jeans,
a t-shirt and blazer.
But that’s the anxiety talking.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
Offline) - Published: August 21st, 2025 11:19
- Comment from author about the poem: I couldn’t get to sleep last night so I wrote down my thoughts at 12 a.m. and this morning I turned those thoughts into a poem. Created/Edited/Finalized: 8/21/25 | comments always welcome.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Life is tough and jobs are few whild constraints on what type of job and what one is able to do in it makes it all the more unlikely. A nice read
A prompt from real life?
very much so
I hope to read some more reality
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