Jobs

The jobs blur together,
into one big mess.

It gets to where I can’t remember,
which preceded which.
Who I worked with,
for how long,
and for how much money.

In the end, I’m still sitting here with an empty glass
and half a bottle of vodka.

One Response to “Thursday’s Poem – Jobs”

1. Evil_Bumpkin Says:
   July 6th, 2007 at 9:53 am

   How bout this;

   Ode to Petacchi

   Oh Petacchi
   So long we have yearnd
   Waited
   Yearnd some more

   For the day
   You would slay
   The Mighty Boonen
   The Annoying McEwan
   Again in the sprints
   At Le Grande Boucle

   Zabel is waiting
   Waiting like a panting dog
   To lead you to victory
   Your team has faith
   We have faith
   Though the oppressive cloud of dopage looms