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Apr 2016
Tried to get a job
But 'Experience Required,'
Hard to get experience
If you never get hired
Likewise, they want
A college degree-
But wouldn't you know,
That **** ain't free!

One big loan and
Two low wage jobs later,
You've finally gotten
Some gilded scrap paper
(With no guarantee
Of a refund later!)

Can't keep up with the Jones'
If you're on the wrong track;
Can't pay your bills,
If you ain't got the scratch!
So you finally break down
And work for the man
In a dead-end 'career'
With no long-term plans
Just the same 9-5
With your head in the sand

Moving right along on
The same daily grind
Just another cog
In an assembly line
Where you buy your retirement
That four-oh-one-kay
Until your employer decides
To sell it away;
Dock your insurance,
Cut your hours at work,
Like it's a privilege to come!
(And you should pay them, of course.)

With two-point-five kids,
And a white picket fence,
A quaint little wife,
And dollars to cents
Pretending and playing
That everything's alright
Just barely above
The poverty line

Living out
That old American Dream!
Just keep your head down,
And repeat after me:
"I am safe, I am happy, I am free"

I am Safe,
I am Happy,
I am Free.
CoffeeInfused
Written by
CoffeeInfused  Alabama
(Alabama)   
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   shanika yrs and Bek Blanchard
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