Six months of searching

(an antipoem)

I have been deemed unworthy,
Made obsolete
By the multitude of interest
In my chosen profession.
Saturation looms overhead,
A dark cloud over the nation.
And I in my focus
Have lacked self promotion,
That gift that when tight
The belt of industry
That in abundance opportunity
Is brought to light despite.
And so woe befalls the hero
Who no uniform dons
When my need is reduced to zero
And I’m forced to move on.