Life is hard...

Here's a poem: Yes, I know It's not professional, but its the best I could do.


UNTITLED

You know, sometimes life is a real pain in the neck.
Listen, my children, for you will hear,
Of the tale of 5c0rch, the freelanceer.
You know, He's a sniper, so hit the deck!

It all began in the glorious month of May,
I was ecstatic, for I had been freed,
From the chains of homework and education, indeed.
I am speaking of school, the place that devours my day.

I was enjoying my break and life was good,
Until I was put in the workforce.
My job? Cleaning the pool at the club, of course.
Too bad I wasn't being paid as I should.

The fateful day when my eyes were opened,
Was the day when I put down my skimmer and broom,
For cleaning this pool was like cleaning a tomb!
So I quit, by not working, not a cent earned, not even a token.

Now it's late June and I live in fear,
Because I know not if my internet will work,
Man, my router's being a jerk.
I dream about FiOS being near and dear.

All this, my child, in a single week,
I do not understand how I can remain,
Sane in this crazy week, taxing my brain.
However, I hope the future is not so bleak.

For this sharpshooter needs some fun,
A good server to play on,
Some n00bs to own.
Just give me some digital bullets and a coded gun.

This is the story of 5c0rch's dilemma,
A story of good fortune gone bad.
Life is much worse than what I had.
Can't think of anything to rhyme, so..........Emma.

THE END

By 5c0rch