PFO

PFO

I wanted to work in herbaceous control,
Where I would keep track
Of the landscape’s needs.
I sent out letters for any such role,
But all I got back
Were tumbleweeds.

I wanted to work with invertebrates,
Recording each fly
In the council’s thickets.
I sent my CV to associates,
But the only reply
Was the chirp of crickets.

I wanted to work on stellar stations,
To be employed
As a space engineer –
I sent out a thousand applications,
But into the void
They would disappear.

I wanted to work in an int’resting job
And proceeded to chase
For ev’ry scheme.
But the world just told me to shut my gob,
And to know my place,
And to never dream.