I was born hungry
graduated from the game of hopscotch
certified melancholic
all my life I've been a day laborer
most prestigious job - a pickpocket's
briefly, I worked as an acolyte for one god 
and then as a pine-box carpenter for another 
at present I do seasonal work as a writer
I live alone with a wife and son 
I've launched more books than I've written
issued dozens of requisitions 
appeals and appliqués 
several apologies
this year one to a traffic cop 
received a prize from the cultural ministry 
I am the laureate of the train marathon
I should request a job to match my specialty
something grounded earthy
maybe as a shepherd 
with a reed-pipe for my salary                
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