Fraiku 19
Job hunting season.
And who will make the killing?
Trudging through the snow.
No blaze orange outfit,
but a highlighter in hand.
Circles on paper.
Covering my smell,
with a shower and clean clothes,
will better my odds.
Take aim, give a shot.
For I have to eat somehow.
Will I land a buck?
This is clever. I am amused.