Working Class Corner

Among my correspondents two have admitted that they had been depressed.

Some young girl told me she would really hate me if  I killed myself.

Things ain’t goin’ so good for me either.

When it’s my job to look for a job,

How come I get no respect if I call somebody on the phone?

How do I really know if they got my email?

Is writing now reserved for stupid gossip and pictures of  vacations,

or sexted offerings?

Job offered:  Write to this address: Don’t call.

Thanks Yahoo!

Google sends love.