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Some call him lazy and his wife calls him a jerk.His wife is very angry because he will not work.He won't get a job even though he's an able-bodied man.Her husband refuses to get a job even though he can.
Maaaannnn ...
I don't give a fuck ... !!!
People these days
Like to ... Pass The Buck ... !!!
Problems now appear
cos' most live in fear !
but fears not my problem
my position is clear !
Growing up always seems lightyears away
No kid ever realizes that in reality, it is right around the corner and here to stay
Acquiring independence tastes bittersweet
As the changes a child faces are quite a feat
Growing up through life,
The pressure to find a job is high.
It feels like a cut from a knife
When you don’t know where to spend the rest of your time.
Dear People With Money,
Attending college is tough
when the world ain't as sunny.
I've learned people like you
make my debt appear.
And it's also you
who brought me great fear.
Black shoes click into the sterile office.
The sound bounces off the walls and scatters around the room like rubber balls.
I hear her before I see her.
She sounds dark, official.
I walked below
The neon lights.
Dark sky flashed
against the green of slavery.
I puffed a cigar
My jeans have holes
My shoes are split like pistachios
With my black socks
I've been looking for a place to plant my life.
Maybe at a shop, or ship or bar?
But not on a farm.
For weeds at farms are pulled sight.
2016 started off great
Plenty of money and plenty of cash
If only I could see my future
And how it would not last
Falling for someone I thought was genuine
Learning his tricks and then going back to him
Studyin' all day
Gotta boost my GPA
Get to work by five
Concessions at the cinema dive
Cleaned up the puke and condoms
Found poop in a cup
Reeking of popcorn when I hit the door
Half past 9, I start to arise.
I'm ready for my day to begin, goodbye bed, my dear friend.
Hustle and bustle through the hall, I fear I will never get a call.
A call that says "Congratulations, you've got the job!"
I speak of 'I' as millions of voices calling for change.
Every day, every week and every month, I expect to see the changes,
Year by year, with promises of hope and unfulfilled dreams,
Satan told God that Job wouldn't praise him if his life wasn't so good.But Job proved the Devil wrong and it's not surprising that he could.God allowed Satan to take Job's children and wealth.
Go to pre-k to socialize
Go to kindergarten to alphabetize
Finish grade school to add, read, and write
Start junior high to divide, swallow history, and accept the map
He saw the cloudsand took his umbrellaon his sleepy carousel liferound and roundup and downeighty floors highto eradicate his stack of papersbefore his noon expedition
I really need a job though I really need a good job There's nothing impossible for me But right now the only option the people like me is McDonalds Mexicans like me Colombians like me Cubans like me Peruvians like me Argentinians like me and some
Aye, it’s time for a recap
Rapper Kristen in the house,
Now let’s hit it!
Y’all take notes from my amigo Hayek.
Say’s new law makes us more efficient
Growing up,
I wanted to fulfill my parents dreams.
Be a doctor, become a suregon.
I wanted all that and then some.
I wanted to go into the military,
and attach fallen limbs.
I don't think that I can see it as well as other people
You can do it again and again for centuries
Checking my work
My new job
Making costumes
Doing makeup
The only thing that can make me happy
Look at me:
You see an ordinay real person,
A man of good wit and a little shy.
Look within me:
I planned my sister's future today:
First, she needs to learn German.
Nevermind that she's never shown an interest in languages
The drum beat of a life.
Constant, unwavering.
The voice of a child.
Small, helpless.
The words of desperation.
A last stand, a final chance.
The cry for help.
We're all traveling down this road
The road to our futures
We all have different destinations, but we're all going somewhere or nowhere
It's exciting to think about what we are traveling towards
Laundry had to be done
And there was something
About some bill
That I had to pay.
Thousands of dollars
Spent and borrowed
For a piece of paper that says
I’m smart, I’m qualified.
I’ve seen the promising become promise-less, helpless, useless
A straight A student taking a straight edge razor to prescription pills
To heal the hell until she fell
Drowning neck high in alcohol
Education wasted
Through blood, sweat, and tears they tasted
Longed for the things we are handed on a silver platter
And yet we neglect this precious gift as if it didn’t matter
i put my cap down as i arrive
temperture prospered beyond 85
its summer looking for a job
dam not having one made my momma cry
time showing the change my mind blaze with rage
I want out so badly.
Mom, I know you’re proud of me, that I have not cried in front of you
every time I see you since you told me my dream school is off the table.
We can’t afford it.
I'm turning 25 this year,
And with another passing day I fear,
That I have nothing to show and my life is slipping away.
I mean, I don't know what you've been told,
But even at 20 I thought 25 was old,
im crafting my journey the way from the dim
as the light is blind eye that i cant see
days seems oh so right can be the most beautiful fright
mind beyound measure but we dont remeber everything that happin last night
A love of teaching is hard to find
For some try in vain to fill the mind
And others are bitter, aloof, and unkind
And still others tire of the daily grind
The scraps on the heap of the world are art.
I just choose to make them my own
and call it my creative side.
Reality bent for societies' eyes
Stupid, smart
Unsatisfactory, full
T eaching is the job for me
E ducating teens with intensity
A ll the while instilling integrity
Ryan Summers Politician April 27, 2014
My niche is filled with chat of the upcoming elections
And the debate with others who detest my views.
Math flies in the air;
we live with it.
It complements us
as nothing else does.
There you are,
there you go.
And we are a whole.
A 4 year college career.
A thousand dollars..
I need a stack, a "G", in today's society
if you want higher knowledge then you must pay a fee
Corrupt visions in this government made my reality
I can admit that I'm not the same person as I was when I was young
I feel my experiences have raised me
Shaped me, into the person I have become
Through all the talent shows
People are dyingMothers are cryingI don't think I can survive itthe block is hot don't you hear the sirenscall 911 cuz they shooting again
All my life I just wanted to create
I have always thought that to be a valuable trait
So here I am after nearly 18 years
And I have finally found something to be after all the sweat and tears
If rebirth was an option, or reincarnation a possibility... I would be scared to be a human again.
My dream has no name,
it is still an uncreated concept,
one that I hope to create.
My dream embraces my passions,
The white sandy beaches crash against the waves as if battling for the territory of land.
The birds fly through the air sending signals of impending danger
to their nearby relatives.
If only I could
Give you a life,
One thats worth living,
One without strife,
I would.
If only my job
Became a career,
Then we would live,
Without fear,
Of living like Uncle Bob.
We all want that one job.
That is easy, stress free, but most of all makes us wealthy.
We all want that one job,
That keeps us out of debt, we could spend whatever amount of money and still have some left.
My dream job is not too popular, but one that completes me.
To feed the poor, clothe the naked, share some water if need be.
It calls me when I see the homeless.
It calls me when I feel hungry.
I know I should be working
I know that it's just "right"
Not relying on welfare checks
I fight a battle, I fight a war
To find a job that I adore.
But it must pay well my mother shouts,
But it must be growing my father pouts.
How can I worry about such things
When I can barely find the means
To Be a Animator-I have to focus on the body to the movtion of the wind from the sky to birds to a woman like me.
There is only one job for me
And that is to be whoever I want to be
It shouldn't be all about money
it shouldn't be a constant feeling of "love me"
doing the right thing should be the motivation
Hobby (noun)
an activity or interest pursued
for pleasure or relaxation
Physical Therapy, is the art of any therapy
I've always believed that one must love people
Love medicine, love the body
An average jobWith an average payA comfortable settingThat’s my forte
I want to workStay humble and healthyMeet someone, fall in loveAnd stay close to family
To every single thought, burning desireThat prevails in eachBoth the quiet and loud, sound of fireTo complete what has been born.
I sit in constant worry, wishing on a star.
What I will I do that could change my life…forever?
Will I make it that far?
My mind is conflicted. Anxiety is consuming me.
You spend so much time living up to expectations.
Isn't it about time to look beyond reputations?
The future is near, now nearer than ever.
I'm ready to grow up and finally be better,
Some people want to be billionares
Or be on the cover of Forbes Magazine
I want to help you take a breath of fresh air
Give people sight who have never before seen,
the wonders of our big, big world.
For the greater good, for the information that the people need
The people that work hard to find new technolgoies,
tests, and cures
that will heal the sick -
I was just 19 when i finished highschool and didnt quite know if i could get into a good school. The ambition I have put me on a higher level then my peers making me realize that i can make it without having fears.
Teacher, teacher, taught me well,
just about the opposite of 'rich-as-hell'.
Teacher, teacher, is what I want to be,
my dream job, my soon-to-be.
Teacher, teacher, with lesson plans,
There's something to be said about self-expression
About everyone knowing who you are
Without you having to tell them
In a world where you are one
Of 7 billion people
It's easy to feel lost.
Boom. You're born.
From nothing to something you are alive.
With your life ahead of you and Mom behind you, you breathe.
Boom. You're eleven.
You're almost done with elementary school. Climbing to the top.
Life is full of opportunites
And it's up to me to take my chances.
To give back and not only change my life,
But change everyone who advances.
Because life isn't always easy.
My Words
The space before me is blank
Bound by nothing but the edge of the page.
Skilled fingers move the pencil across the page
Leaving a trail of grey marks,
By magic they connect together
I dont have a dream, i have a reality
i wont let it be taken away from me
because you found some fucking technicality
My grades arent perfect, this i'll will admit
but ill work my ass off to make the puzzle fit
Exhausted
Working forty hour weeks
At a job you don’t belong
Nobody appreciative of your efforts
Dreams
What do they mean?
Are they really just the end goal?
Or unrealistic fantasies
One my dream of fam or fortune
And what a wonderful dream that is
But I?
I dream to make a difference
If you may ask
many already know
I want to be an anesthesiologist
to help myself gain power
and grow
but there is more to life than power and money
but to support a possible family
What is a Job?
a place to learn?
a place to grow?
What is a Job?
to pass time?
to pay back something you owe?
If one must ask,
and im sure you are curious,
My future
In my mind, my future is filled with success
In my mind, my future is not filled with disappointment
But, that is simply impossible
The future is unpredictable
One job can shift me into a better being
helping the blind see or give a nerveless woman feeling
A simple job, low pay
I'd make my career
and some day
change the world
how you say?
a simple idea spread
to lighten their minds from that dull grey
spreading knowledge with art
a job will make you money,
but a career is about a dream.
jobs will take you far though,
and show what your career really means.
a job isn't about the salary
or about power or looking good;
What is your job?
Is it something you dread?
Fear? Hate?
It shouldn't be.
What should your job be?
Your job should be something you enjoy
Love. Anticipate.
staring at the clouds, drifting in the sky,
i wonder if they look down at us;
at our shapes.
Four years of college
Four years of math
Four years of science in every science class
General speaking which I hate the most
But when it comes to English i always take the gold
A job can change your life
Just a single one
Where you flip enough burgers to pay for school
Or scrub enough counters to buy a car
But a job will change more lives than just yours
My parents said my desired career was not fit for this world.
They said I will not make enough money to live.
I want to change the world.
I want to BE somebody.
Do they not understand?
The child wanted to be an artist until she saw one with talent.
The child wanted to be a teacher, but her slight lack of patience would destroy her.
A dentist I want to be.
A dream that I want to meet.
Hard journey it is.
But is all for me.
Is only one job.
It going to be known.
Ill do my best.
To be up there.
I want to suceed.
Once, I wanted to be in a rock band,
Jammin’ on the piano.
In my made-up band, “The Treelimbs”
For a while, that dream stood,
And I was encouraged to dream,
But that’s not what I want to do.
I dream of flying
not in the sky,
but in the way
that a dream
soaring far above our heads
can lift our feet
into the air.
I dream of meaning
something.
Not to myself
Thousands of us sprout out of editing software and Iphone cameras every year
Every Year with aspirations of L.A. back lots and walls lined with Oscars
One job may change my life
What a crazy concept
I'll come home every night
Knowing I've made an impact
I dream to encourage others
I want them to be able to talk to someone before making irrational choices
Some have dreams, others have visions.
It's all about setting up your goals with percision.
Born, one day, sitting in an old classroom the next.
But, you know, you won't be like the rest.
Dreams of my future
All contain fuzzy pictures of my goal.
Perhaps I’ll heal wounds by sewing sutures
Or checking vitals and removing cancerous moles.
No one category is completely chosen
There are two worlds in the World that God created.
One is that people that can hear and hurt
and the other is people that can't hear
My Number one dream Job would be to connect these to world.
My feet take me wherever I go, my feet take me far.
I have Deep Deep pains, large bruises, and scars.
So wherever I go, I know my feet will take me,
Job of dreams, smiles and glee.
A job equals money
Ain't it funny?
But there goes your time
An asset most prime.
Don't want to sit behind a desktop
When my body wants to shoo-bop
A job like the Grease greasers
Everyone is sun burnt and extremely tired,
But we have to make sure the next act is on fire.
Yes, they are just performers on stage,
Simply letting go of their built up rage.
These words I'm spilling may not be quite clear,
a job is not a career.
Let us not strife,
but a job cannot change my life.
To see your reflection and see success,
must be the best.
Ive always had such a passion for little kids
seeing them running around and laughing.
The joy of them has always put a smile on my face
their smiles make me feel a warm fuzzy feeling.
A great man said once “Ask not what you can do for your country, but what your country can do for you.”
Many people have many dreams, and many dreams are to serve others.
I am selfish.
I wish to be served.
This job will not only change my life.
It will change the world.
Words can stab like a knife
But without them would anything change?
In a world so corupt
With problems that can widely range
Run that extra mile,
Pick up those and move them to that pile.
Keep up that pace,
The goal of this is to finish your race!
You look tired, you seem sore
But you have to keep giving it more.
Potential is what I see
when I look in in the mirror staring at me.
Thousands of ways to help the world...
But will I be so ever bold?
To work one of my destined careers,
That helps both of Earth's hemispheres?
That little Uganda boy
Tripping, falling over glass
Decay and forgotten objects linger
When does it stop?
When do the bruises cease, And absent peace subside from the mind of that little Uganda boy
I am the dreamer of a million things
the one who believes in all those nostalgic childhood dreams
as time grows, so does the concept of doubt constantly looming,
Walking down the street
Suddenly life changed
I thought to myself
“I gotta stop being so disengaged,
It’s time to take control of my own life,
Be the man I want and end my strife”
A rush of iced ocean beneath my feet,
Whirr of the helicopter in time with my heart beat.
Clad in orange, and goggles too,
Author's note: While Power Poetry covers a multitude of causes, I've noticed that there are two in particular that are largely avoided--elder care and death.
You stand up there, teaching us this crap
How will it apply and when will I use that
can’t I pick my own classes? Go to class when I want
Whys the government control us, I wish I could change that
Birth a lottery, potential of life.
First glance, our ruler, now starting this strife.
Building foundation, brightest epoch, earth schemes,
First lessons roaring, rise above our drowned screams.
Obey.
I wish the lottery and raises wouldn't bring as much joy as they do.
I wish your happiness and satisfaction with life didn't depend on the amount of money you had.
Society expects you to do anything and everything.
Society expects you to ave high marks in your academics.
Society expects you to go to college.
Society expects you to have a job.
Need experience to get a job
Need a job to get experience
Need a job to pay for college
Need a college diploma to get a decent job
Only borrow as much as you can pay back a.k.a.
Begin
wake up at five
then take a drive
flip a switch
and try not to bitch
fill the cups with ice
then try to smile and be nice
take the tips
of quarters and dimes
I wanted to reach the moon.
They laughed and said I was a dreamer.
I wanted to dive to the depths of the sea.
They laughed and called me a fool.
I wanted to sail around the world.
They smile and they giggle
And the back is filled with bumps.
His hands on the the wheels and each
turn is smooth as silk.
It weaves a brilliant spiderweb
Through the mornings, after
school.
I am mommy
I am sister
I am BFF
I am your snuggles
And your cuddles
I am the best
The best maker
Of food and crafts
And fun
The best everything
Of anything
For everyone
