rock poetry, v3

Unemployment
(or Alt-Rock Orpheus)


Wait,
You’re already late;
What difference will it make
Now that the vaudeville
Set out on its way?

What will you do?
They won’t take you at the zoo.
All that make-up did no good,
You couldn’t look ferociously
Funny, furry or cute.

Sit still, you’ll spin a mental swirl,
Yeah, sure the bearded girl
Turned down your kiss, your dry lips
In daft careless contempt;
It’s her loss, really,
Don’t you think to make more
Out of a sordid episode;
Don’t fret, I’m afraid
You two won’t one day elope.

The freak show will continue,
In fact, they might soon need you
To replace the side-show;
All in all, I’d still wager
That you still hold in you
All one can humanly hope.