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Mar 2016
Start from the bottom
Work your way up
Go through the daily grind
Until you throw up
You must work hard to advance
In a system that’s corrupt
Business moguls run the game
How am I supposed to make the climb up?
If I’m down here, looking up
At the ivory towers claimed by the corrupt
How am I going to get my chance?
To make a name for myself
I am no different than an old toy forgotten;
And perched upon an old shelf
The system is broke
It no longer works
It is corrupt and unjust
It’s time to find one that works
Kyle Janisch
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Kyle Janisch  27/M
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