At sixty three,
Arthritic from surviving being struck twice by cars,
No,No,No! No!,
I will not take a job that soes not pay me hourly!
I will not work forty hours on air,
No,No,No!
I will not drive around in the off chance I will sell something!
If the field tou are hiring for causes me more pain what your paying is not Enough!
No,No,No,
Just sat two hours with my legs up,
Haven’t gor Aleve,
Aspirin makes my calves feel like vinegar poured into the insides of my veins,
Where are the jobs at home?
We know they exist,
America worked them twenty twenty!
Where’s disability?¡
Pain enemy of time,
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