A poem about losing my job at the IRS.

Hard times during a down economy can give many folks few options.

A satirical poem about an oppinionated independant college student and the lazy sister of her boyfriend.

I never knew being jobless could be this hard
Even the sweetest music sounds like raw lard
I keep the couch warm all day
TV is not that great but there is nothing else to do anyway.

What do you do when such a thing happens in your life? Has this ever happened in your life?

A poem about what I enjoy doing.

Since the past few months my life has depended on randomness. If I am randomness, that means randomness is me.

Poem.

Poem.

Out of work! Out of sight! Out of mind! The unemployed exist in an alternate universe where Oprah lives and offers a world of possibilities, while Monster.com and HotJobs.com only offers virtual promises.