I search through sites and look for a new job.
I hate to work, and yet, I need the dough.
I sit here in my cube and join the mob
Who long for work that will not bring them low.

Hiding the screen so others cannot see
I scan the ads and learn what I most fear
Is that I'll never find a job for me,
Where I won't spend it kissing someone's rear.

But jobs are scarce and so it's here I'll stay
Dreaming of change and places yet unseen.
I'll keep on looking on another day
And hope that then the pickings won't be lean.

Until that day it's back to budgetry
And longing for the time when I'll be free.