jobs

having lost
many jobs for
many reasons,
it never stopped
me from taking
another clock
punching job,
there was always
this little thing
called money,
and paying
the bills that
kept me putting
on a happy face
a clean shirt
and tie, and
a pair of shined
shoes to go
get it, but
most fell apart
like cookies
in milk, crumbing
into nothing
to the bottom
of a cup i
never wanted
to drink from
because i was
bored, or was
looking past
them to something
else. and what
that something else
was, i was
never quite sure,
but maybe, just
maybe, it was
this.