The Alphabet Game

Alone, i sit, Bored and unemployed,

Chances are i might never find work, Despite numerous applications, resumes, and references.

Enough time has  passed, i no longer believe, For i, being realistic,

Given my age, Hopeless. I become more each day.

Juxtaposed, i Kill time Letting Myself become Nothing,

Only to find Purpose in Quality, Resourcefulness, and Sanity.

Time, is my enemy, forming Ulcers Verbally, 

Watching Xeroxed, Yellowed, Zebras, form in my brain.