Mon Dieu!!!

HOMELESS. HUNGRY. NEED FOOD PLEASE....And how. Why didn't I feed her? I wanted to, I should have. My car was warm and her corner certainly looked windy. Excuses...I was late, my kids needed fed. Really, how can one go around helping others when it is hard enough today to help oneself, one's own? Of course, I may think that just to make it easier on myself. If I'd had any cash at that moment, I would have lilypadded the idling traffic to weight her with it. But I had no extra cash. Hell, I have no fucking JOB. That little word. Does it deserve capitalization? It has of late rolled around in my mouth like an oily ball bearing, lacking direction or a degree to even steer it.
Oh, but how silly of me! I'm a domestic engineer! Of course. I get paid in smiles, whines, IOU's tallied up in colored pencil and handprints on walls. The lesser part, deciphering the muck of eons wedged in shoe treads, ties my language in knots. And there's always a little dogshit thrown in there as well, dragged across the floor, discarded to foul a corner somewhere. Yeah, Rosetta Stone that, Mother. And have you seen? Do you know the ones who seem to dance without moving at all? I think I'm supposed to be a choreographer for their show. I, however, know the word WALK. It's not in their vocabulary. I'm still trying to get them to not genuflect in the presence of the all-powerful, all-knowing television... AnyWAY...
The rate of unemployment in this great and austere Commonwealth ( gah! 'common--wealth' my arse) has spiked dramatically. Since I did things ass backwards and have four responsibilities and no proper lurnin', I'm screwed. Actually, from what I've inferred even a diploma from an institution of higher learning does nothing to bring the bacon home these days. And fry it? Dream on. In short, if you have a job, bite down. If you don't, I feel you. And if you have one to spare...I'm looking. Maybe even that lady with the sign on the corner is looking as well.