Prayer for the Unemployed

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Prayer for the Unemployed

Dear Father in Heaven,
Equal opportunist for all men and women,
Protector of minimum wage,
Hear thee Lord, Oh, Holiest sage,
Let there be work,
But with perks.

Dear Angel of Mercy,
Tell thee the recession is not here to stay,
Giver or unemployment benefits and taker away,
Thou hast used all thy extended benefits.
Won’t ye give thee a job
Before thou goes out to stealth and rob?

Dear God of Unions,
‘Tis sad the doom thou am in.
Defender of workingmen’s compensation,
Punch thee a card,
But give thee a job
Not too hard.

Dear Ruler of Factories,
Bring back the economy for thee.
Lest ye forget,
Don’t go just yet,
Until you find thee work,
To fill thy purse.

Dear Saint of Overtime,
Purveyor of double-time,
It isn’t fair,
Thy bank acccount is bare.
Inventor of Job Fair,
Where is thy career?

Dear Mother of White Collar Workers,
Timberland shoes and Dockers,
Overseer of Gold cards,
BMW’s and cellular phones,
Please don’t leave me alone.
But give thee employment if ye could.

Oh, Holy Father of the Unemployed,
Thou would really be overjoyed,
To be employed,
Or win the lottery,
And give thee a vacation,
To repent thy sins and change thy mood.

Oh, sick Satan,
Thou are tired of waitin’
Can ye put thee on the dole,
If thou promises ye thy soul?
But, it has to be a good position,
For thee to make that decision.

Here I wait for my phone to ring,
Hoping the morning mail will bring,
An answer to my resumes and cover letters,
And end my job search endeavors, forever.
Boston Globe classified ads;
Here I sit very sad.

It could be worse,
I could be working,
Rush hour and daily grind,
Always working forever behind.
Dear Father of Employed,
Allow me to stay unemployed.

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_Lynn__Lynn_about 17 years ago
This is it

every word that we all think when we are unemployed....You said it all.....great piece

AnonymousAnonymousabout 17 years ago
Funny stuff

Boy, you hit the nail on the head with this poem. This really says it all having been unemployed a few times in my life, I know that feeling and I felt it, again, with this poem.

Funny stuff.

sheynasheynaabout 17 years ago
funny

being unemployed myself, i love it!! as a matter of fact I have lots of friends who have just been laid off this poem would crack them up :)