The Job Market

Once upon a time
there lived a man
in a city where jobs were hard to find.
Consequently the man was broke.
Consequently the man could not feed his family.
Consequently the man was depressed.
Consequently the man found delight in smoking crack with his friends.
No jobs in the city and no money make
purchasing crack difficult.
Consequently he had to get quick money
in order to buy the crack that helped him quickly forget
that he could not get a job
and was not therefore feeding his family
and was consequently depressed.
So the man, knowing the "value" of youngster flesh
in the "street market" quickly sent his daughter to work:
domestic pimping, so to speak.
Like any young girl might,
this girl found the occupation discomforting
and so she, being mighty depressed in her "job," asked her
pimp/dad to help her 'feel better.'
Like father like daughter: he pulled out the cure all.
So, at the age of 12,
this girl hit the pipe for the first time;
the pipe of numbness that would
enable her to work the depressing job
that took away her daddy's depressing inability to get a job.
Years later, with the pipe gone & a needle in her arm,
and her pimp/dad long gone, & those John's still supplying
& demanding, she cannot recall the origination point
of her depression, but when those people in suits walk by
with disgust telling her to 'get a job,' she cannot help
recall her father's sad face as she quickly responds
'i have one.'