ready or not in poetry

if we say such weird things on the twitter that
we’re only employable as gigolos or in the arts
maybe God’s hand will be forced
and will provide us with such jobs
it’s so hard to even find work
scrubbing toilets these days
let alone something with dignity
or something that at-least pays
such hail mary passes
are worth an extended shot

the key is maybe
in work in love in everything
is to not send out vibes like you wanna be saved
more that you wanna be valued as the fucked up thing you are
the fucked up beautiful thing you couldn’t change if you tried
yes we’re all broken
and we all carry in us broken hearts
maybe all we can do
is accentuate the good parts
no matter how strange they are
and hope for the best
hope it’ll heal our bank accounts
and the broken lumps in our chests
maybe

and it’s better, certainly
than the other options on the table