an incomplete piece i started about being idle on july 23, 2020 at 3:30pm, posted on my commaful [ visuals on my commaful via the external link ]
here i sit
riddled with unemployment
i'm not bored,
i don't get bored,
i always explore my options
read, write, cook, work out,
stretch, sleep, draw, look out
but i'm idle.
unemployed so no job,
feeling dumb with no hob
writing essays for money i'll never win,
getting accepted into things that
don't give good rewards now, not even a
pen
stuck.
idling like a car that won't start.
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