A Poem about unemployment written by my hubby

What else can one do but sit and stare
No job, no prospects, but full of despair
Same old shit, day after day
Draining each ounce of life away

Lose your interests, lose your mind
Enjoyment of life, becomes hard to find
There are loads of jobs, so they say
Lying shits, peddling shite each day

At the job centre, advisor calls your name
To the desk you go, each the time the same.
You show them your evidence, bit by bit
But upon you they look, as if you’re a piece of shit

Then like clockwork, propaganda they spout
Ask for their opinion, but not a brain cell about
Sign on the dotted line, and then it’s time to leave
A fake smile and wave they give, who are they trying to deceive

Two weeks till sign on, please job please appear
Free me from this cycle, this depressing sphere
Release me please, from the job advisor's pit
So I may not be looked upon, like a piece of shit

Onwards in the search, never giving in
This next application, please let it be a win
Suit Clean and ready, interviews I need
I need a Job, in order to succeed

Unemployment is not forever, the job centre will see
Maybe they lose their jobs, and their job advisor is me
Because you reap what you sow, and in the kindness you lack
If I’m ever your advisor, maybe that is the attitude I give back.