This endless loop

So I sit in this chair again, a lifeless blob.
I've had to put all my energy into this new job.
But, like usual, my luck turned around
and dragged me from the top, back down to the ground.

They had to "Down-size", What a load of crap
I kinda knew from the beginning that it seemed like a trap.
So now, I have all the free time in the world,
to write poems about bad luck and horrible girls.

It may seem that I'm sad. But I'm not, I'm mad.
I'm 24 years old, and not a damn thing do I have.
By now, I should be living in my own place
With a beautiful, caring woman to love and embrace.

It's not like I'm dumb, I know so much.
Thoughts and ideas the average brain cannot clutch.
I can build a computer. Restore a car.
But, all of this knowledge isn't getting me far.

My ambition is strong, my aspirations are true.
But to make them reality, what more can I do?
College isn't free. I wish I could go
but, unfortunately, I don't have that kind of dough

I've prayed to the angels: "Remove me from this loop.
My self-worth, as a man, is beginning to droop"
But to all my cries, there's no reply.
I just look like an idiot who's talking to the sky.

I try to make my own luck. Sometimes it works, but barely.
The effects only seem to be temporary.
All I want to do is just earn a nice living
but this bad luck of mine is just unforgiving.

Well, I've said, all that I need
To vent out my feelings, and leave you a good read.
Hopefully, next time that I write you a story
It will be about some success, love, or glory.