NEEDLEWRITER

Here I am presenting my new book “JOBS” with a juicy poem…

“Finding out”

I tried to find my way
In the corporate world
"But there was something 
Wrong with my body"
I confessed, so I tried
Real hard, but in the end
There was only
A sigh and insight
"I'm a artist working for
Minimal wage!"
Their only reply was
"You were only a whore - cheap,
But the best there is, was, probably
Will be."
The only thing we all agreed was this
"Goodbye."