by Starbelly

I can't make the buck!
Things are starting to suck!
I'm down in my luck..
I've been hit by a truck. 
...
Huh? Who gives a fuck? 
I do! Fuck! 

This time I can't win. 
What? Stand proud? Hold up my chin?
Bear it and grin? 
Why? Ask for help, that's a sin?
Better off I have been. 
Shit, where's the gin?

Haven't eaten all week. 
Feel'n tired, feel'n meek. 
It's a job that I seek
with a boss, not a geek. 
Pusan Immigration is starting to reek!
I've given up..reached my peak!

Everyday is the same. 
Interviews, just a game. 
"You're so cute! What's your name?"
It's absurd and it's lame! 
Why is it I came?
To teach. Not for fame. 

Screw you! I don't pout! 
But my money's run out!
I can scream, I can shout..
I will do it, don't doubt!
"Hey you, with the stamp. Yes you, Mr. Lout!
Say my visas denied and there'll be a bout!"

"A TESOL I've got. 
My degree..um..(It's been bought.)
What's that? Transcripts sought?"
Shit! Visa cards maxed...guess not. 
"Anyway, forget the lot. 
Two years I have taught!"

All jobs out the door,
I'm homeless and sore. 
Immigration and me, we start our own war. 
No prob, its a bore. 
So, let's settle the score..
Shit! I forgot. I'm poor. 
 

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