Thursday’s Poem – Jobs

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.

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

One thought on “Thursday’s Poem – Jobs

  1. 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