Poetry For The Unemployed

You've worked so hard previously in other jobs, 

No longer seek admiration from ungrateful sods.

Imagine being treated with value, as an individual,

For attitudes to change on top will it take a miracle?

This is poetry for the unemployed, 

Typically truth seems null and void, 

Fed up with the rotten system, 

Struggling in an open air prison.

Walking wherever as debt has became the new chains,

Since birth their tools have been rewiring our brains.