I've tried this self employed lark,
it has left me with barely a spark,
my words, reader, I beg you mark,
my voice, I'd like you to hark,
this not working has to stop,
my life right now, is utter plopp.

I love my little Kitten,
but feel as useless as a single mitten,
then, along comes she, makes me smitten.

So readers, don't despair,
this broken life, I shall repair,
I'll find a job and save and save,
a pathway, I shall also pave,
and if it takes it, I shall also slave.
You see, people, I feel I'm ready,
and also feel steady.

I've got the go,
even though I feel low,
to get out there, into society,
and maybe regain some piety.
I think I'll end this on a promise,
simple, really, is the premise:
a job I'll find,
I'll set my mind,
and return, once more, to the daily grind.