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toritto
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I was born in year 4 of the reign of the Emperor Tiberius Claudius and raised on 66th Street and 13th Ave. in Brooklyn. And Coney Island, Traveled the world. Married my high school sweetheart and stayed together 40 years. Now a retired old widower crank living in Florida with my cat. Author of "Initial Verses" - a collection of poems on love, loss, poverty and war" and "Toritto's Blog - a Memoir of a life in posts."

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JUNE 23, 2012 9:57AM

Unemployed Long Term Blues

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Picture of a group of unemployed people trying to get a job during the Great Depression. 

Unemployed need not apply

everyday that’s what they’re saying.

We've got some jobs just not for you

'cause we can smell your desperation.

 

Got too many applications

ain’t no way to see ‘em all.

We’ll cut the number down to size

by dropping all the desperate.

 

If you were good you’d still be workin

someone would have hired you

your company would've  kept you on

so you ain't worth an interview.

 

We don't want the over skilled

who’ll settle cause they need the money

whose kids are living hand to mouth

the bank foreclosing on their home.

 

Besides you’re old you're over fifty

you’d increase our labor costs.

Your skills are from another era

you cost us more than you are worth.

 

This firm's out to make a profit

lowering production costs

much younger folks will grab the job

take lots less than you were makin

enthusiastic hungry workers

what every growing business wants.

 

So yes we have some jobs to fill

we’ll post our ads up on the boards

we promise no discrimination

but we ain't got no job for you.

 

And as he read the Monster posting

unemployed need not apply

he saw how little things had changed

briefly thought of Rosasharn

pickin cotton in the sun

on that day so long ago.

 

Photo from the Franklin D. Roosevelt Library / National Archives

©Toritto - words - 2011

 

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As I scrap by until I turn 65 and apply for social security and medicare, I wonder if anybody counts all us contract consultants among the long term unemployed.
jmac - nope.

Regards
as always-moving, true, and inconvenient to just sliding by.
Harsh words, but truth is harsh.
Welcome to 1932 redux. And Romney's chanelling Hoover means the days of the new New Deal are just a dream.
This IS how it is!
Good question, jmac. And I don't think we've seen the worst of it. ... Toritto: Did you ever think it would come to this?
Debbie - those who have given up looking for a job and take up "consulting" or accept part time under-employment are not counted in the unemployment rate.

And no - I don't recognize my country.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

Regards.
You ain't see nothin' yet........ NOTHING!!

;-(
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[r] thanks, toritto. again to the heart of things.

the war on empathy in America rages on, as people wait for corporate daddies and amoral media and soul-less politicians to change their low down dirty ways. parallel hells for the 99% rather than real union for justice and decency among the majority.

song is great. thanks.
Toritto, your work described life... made me fear, and think, and be silent in my fear.. It is a hard truth..

"Unemployed need not apply ..by dropping all the desperate..''

Rated.
I know we have been here before but not like this, this time seems permanent..I knew my job was worth every once of pain I endured to keep it but now I wonder if they aren't aiming for school lunch ladies too. Too sad for all those who know what they are doing but can't get hired and those of us who need to deal with staff at stores who just don't give a damn anymore.
Great poem. The resurgence of political resistance is causing some thinkers to challenge the notion of "work" itself - i.e. being forced to sell your labor for the right to exist. As a psychiatrist, I've always had a special interest in anthropology. "Work" has never been a natural function of the human species. People who study permaculture design and other revolutionary farming technologies talk about feeding a family of four with an acre of land and at most ten hours per week of work.
So true, so true, those of us who are "older" and desperate need not apply. It doesn't matter if we know twice as much and work twice as hard as those of the younger generation, all they see is a few words and numbers on a page. How do you condense 25+ years of experience down to 1 sheet of paper and make it look like you accomplished something?