Help me out, I'm in a jam
that oozes orange and sticks
and so I'm stuck, my pores are crammed
No way out of this fix

I need a job, I need a house
A doormat to defile
With rushéd footsteps, back-brushed hair
to join the rank and file

A boredom dawns with each new day
the next quite like the last
A boredom wanes and goes away
but then returns, alas

I saw on teevee, one Glenn Beck
Advise us not to squirrel
Away our hopes, "instead suspect
of ACORN" said the churl

Yet the more I linger in this state
the less of it I'm sure
how much my privilege will pro-rate
and how much I'll abjure

But now my moocow as self doubt
begins to ring her bell
It seems so childish just to shout
over the noise, to quell

For now this marmalade abides
and may just feekr on
I'll learn to live with syr'py tides
Until one day, I'm gone