Self Pity

It is possible that my life will stabilise
That I'll get through the next years unscathed
Happy even
With some sort of decent career (finally) presenting itself?
I'll not hope for that though
And I won't count on that occurring
Too much potential for disappointment
And anger. No, it's not worth it.
So, there we go
Hoping for some rubbish part-time job
How I envy the GPs and Electricians
People who can easily pick up highly paid respectable work
On their own terms. Not for me
I'm the albatross in the gutter
With the shit kicked out of me
Who knew fascism would return so hard?