Post the Twenty Third

When I graduated college
I jumped up and down
and wrote a poem.
The first line was something
along the lines of:
Happier expletives
have never left my mouth

And now I’m trying
to do it all again
and already over the bureaucracy
before I’ve even applied.

No one wants to
answer your questions
but they have no problem
adding new ones
to your list.

You’d think the continued
education of our citizens
would matter more to the people
who’s jobs it is to help them.