On My Way

Saturday, September 6, 2025

That purplish squirrel,

Let’s see it exist,

Perusing job boards, 

Who bore all the risk,

But jobs, like thieves,

Don’t take from the fridge,

They steal from the pit,

What’s hot and what’s lit,

Got skills? Still risks…

Reside where who’s missed,

So hit the ground running,

Or fake it, then quit, 

Some hit the door running,

Self-canned, quit, dismissed,

This job market’s funny,

…doubt that it’s for me…

-Budd

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