The jokes about networks....

The only networks I have
are television alphabet soup kind,
most of my past connections
laying across bridges torched down,
by one side or both
when I took my leave.

Three times jobs came such,
along the connections with friends
former co-workers and such folks,
twice the job died early
before the first day started,
the remaining attempt a disaster.

I don't try things often,
when it comes to dipping
toes into these "new economies",
and folks miss out dearly
on the worn shoe soles
that mark the oldest method.

I'm tired, frustrated, and mad.
Both kinds of that last,
the insane and the angry.
You see, even the best
are asking, begging me lately
to find work or stop....

tired of calls to them
about the past employee now
so chronically unemployed, he resorts
to using a paper blizzard
to even garner an interview
but still has no job.

I keep trying, despite it.
I strum on strings laid
in better days, better years,
and find them dead lines,
only network I have left
is one of broken communications.

I'm sick of the games.
Disgusted about it all being
who knows who, who owes,
who has a marker out,
when all my own seem
to have been ruled invalid.

Hell with it, for now.
Toss it out, the real,
not the one that today
I felt it was reduced,
like some soup meat bone,
down to for thin stock.

And once more, wait....
for others to make
their decisions....

15January2015 - A frustrated Dyfedd Rex.