poem to the recipient of a rejection letter

you may test me

you may interview me

you may reject me

but you will never take my freedom

nor take my self esteme

or my weekly job seekers allowance and disability benefits

may i emerge from beneif the shadow of uselessness

to the bousem of gainful employment

drinking from the bountiful teat of a regular wage

i'll show YOU mr fancy pants 

YOU and YOUR beige vauxhall insignia

i'll show YOU and YOUR exhaust pipe filled with POOP

just remember while youre on your fancy word proccessor

wearing your fancy shirt

and rubbing clean your fancy vauxhall insignia exhaust pipe

i'll be the one at home with mum

NOT YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i'll be the one

please share this poem with anyone unemployed to comfort them