On a Friend Being Out of Work
You can’t live another’s life
though you’d like to take the reins,
and try to give them a lead
as if it were a relay race.
You imagine you'd be their savior
You imagine you’d wallpaper the world with resumes,
That your desperation would unlock any treasure,
That the imposition of your will would surely work.
It’s folly, of course.
His Pride hackles would engage
even as you don your Messiah glasses
and between y’all nothing would be accomplished.
Nothing important anyway.