Is my job search poem interesting/humerous?

I get in my car, step out for more gas
I need to keep looking, or this day will pass
Looking for work, does have frustration
To open these doors, to gain penetration

No luck today, it must be a curse
The local job bank, they just need a nurse
They feed me a line, I get an illusion
And in the end, it adds to confusion

You'd think with these no's, my spirit will bend
But I tell you right now, I'll look to the end
They see my work, my papers unfold
I see in their eyes, they think I too old

If I was just younger, more dashing and bold
They'd line my pockets, with offers and gold
If they saw thru my wrinkles, and all these greys
That I learned from them lines, I'm smarter these days

They say at my age, I'm surely in trouble
What do they think, they just burst my bubble
And at the end of this day, I've heard enough crap
Who'd want to work, for some young foolish sap

very interesting.

Good geez you made that up forget job searching become a poet! Good Luck with job searching!

Ha I agree with Elle Angel
Very nice, very flowing, you made the rhyming look so easy!

Amateur poetry is usually so unbearable, but yours was humorous and fun to read!

Good job!

Well, I'd normally pass on the comments, but your poem has so much potential that I thought I'd offer some editing suggestions. Here is how I'd rewrite it (minor edits, trust me).

I get in my car and step out for some gas
I need to keep looking or this day will pass
Looking for work does have its frustration
Opening doors just to gain penetration

No luck yet today, it must be a curse
The local job bank, wanted a nurse
They feed me a line, I get an illusion
In the end it just adds to my utter confusion

You'd think with these "no's" that my spirit would bend
But "no's" will not break me, I'll look to the end
They see all my work as my papers unfold
Their eyes cannot lie: they think I too old

If I was just younger, more dashing and bold
They'd fill up my pockets with offers and gold
If they'd see past my wrinkles and hair full of greys
That I've earned all these lines and I'm smarter these days

They say at my age, I'm surely in trouble
What do they think, they just burst my bubble?
By the end of the day I've heard enough crap
Who'd the heck want to work, for some young foolish sap?

Hope this helps

Great poem!