Lament of the Jobless
O God, why did you create me to fail?
Why must I toss and turn all night under this pile of debt called a home?
Don’t you know, God, the greedy who sleep soundly beneath shelters built of narcissism?
Remember the employee who worked the extra shift, so their kid could go to college, a dream which you planted in my soul!
Remember, God, the conversation we had on the drive from Salt Lake City.
Look at my self-worth which melted faster than a spring snow.
The Judas at the old company has traded my trust for a corner office with a view.
At the eve of my firing they hacked into my email with the clinking of their fingernails on the keyboard.
And then, with rumors and murmurs in the brake room, they smashed all of my dignity.
Do not let the jobless be forgotten and go on unseen; remember how the greedy sit awkwardly leaning left, hoping no one notices the fattened wallets in their back,right pocket.
God, speak out; they mocked you all the time, thinking ‘damn-it” was your last name.
Do not forget the ruthless who bow to the gods of fortune and fame,
The liturgies of your opponents go on
Like the pounding drip of that damn kitchen faucet I can’t afford to fix.