Unemployment Blues

Been six weeks since my boss the jerk
Informed I would be out of work
I cleaned my desk and tossed my shoes
I left and did not sing the blues

I took my final too long drive
Lost my job, but I'm still alive
To some, my future don't look sunny
Jobs are scarce and so is money

I had to go and cut my hair
To show all that I really care
My former look appeared to some
I tried to be an aging bum

My talents all I want to say
I put them in a resume
To take by hand I think is fine
I'm told I have to go online

There will be jobs, I will get money
This time in life will all look funny
No need to fret about the next meal
My faith in God I know is real