EMPLOYMENT

If I had a job, if I had money razors would decorate my room. If I had a job I would flirt with customers and have others like me. But I am too apathetic to work, what is the point in working your whole life if everyone ends up dead no matter how they lived. Everyone dies of cardiac arrest, so why should I care how I live. So I remain, in my corner, invisible, jobless and without someone to flirt with. Woe is me and blackened weeping soul.