Three lost souls sit on the living room floor.
With deep concentration typing on the coffee table.
Four hours pass, maybe more...
The search for jobs becomes a fable.
One Spiky Haired graduate lies down on the rug.
"There's nothing to pick!"
"5 years of experience, straight out of college,
for a 6 month internship!
The Red Sweater grad replies,
"What about being an audience member,
a dog walker,
or a house sitter this November?"
The young ladies gather round.
"Whaaaa?!" is their only sound.
Red Sweater spins her screen to show the others.
"It's all on Craigslist," she coos like a mother.
Note: I planed on posting every Friday, but the last poem is pretty short. So for the short poems, I'll post two at a time ^_^
Next post will be on Friday.
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To be a Straw Hat
PoetryA young woman graduated from college and has no idea what to do with the rest of her life. No one will hire a nobody with no experience and a lot of time on their hands. Spiky (her nickname), tries to find her way in life while many odds are stacked...
