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Written by Francis Scudellari
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Tuesday, 03 November 2009 05:33 |
At the end of my rope.
I had so much hope in the beginning, but as time passes, I’ve seen the light & it just ain’t right.
Day and night I’ve looked, scoured, but I’ve come up empty
Here, there, everywhere; nooks and hooks, but no-go, man.
It’s just not the way to go.
Been starving since spring and straight into summer & I can’t face much more, let alone live like for it feels as if, I am dying inside.
Meanwhile, the toted image of the man unemployed is plastered everywhere one looks, as in the presumptuous thinking that I possess the ability to go wherever I want without thinking too much in the rush-hour mentality of the mind, living off government handouts to keep me intact.
Ha! I wish! That’s not what unemployment is all about!
Try being kicked to the curb, a lone voice not being heard and fighting for months trying to prove yourself worthy to another potential soul just so you can feed your head before someone else declares you dead.
I ain’t dead just yet.
I’ve taken a beating, struggling, starving & drowning, my way from Evanston to Chicago, to Griffith, Indiana and back to Peotone, living off hand-me-downs from Freecycle on the net, from friends, my Mom or food pantries just to feed my gut.
Nobody and I mean nobody knows what it’s like to live on the edge, to be on the brink of near disaster, the calamity they all speak of, those who have jobs they hate or the suits & ties who wag their tongues and cry out in support for Wall Street, while I walk daily in worn-out shoes, penniless and depressed down Main Street, USA, dreaming about the wonderful taste of Corn Flakes and (soy) milk.
— Sid Yiddish |
