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May 2015
I m beginning to realize that
There is no good job

There is no future for me

The govrenment has ruined this country
With its reckless spending

So I'll wake up tomorrow
Dirt poor
Like I have been for the past two years

I think I'll go chip golf *****
No need to work

There's no future in America
No future for the dollar
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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