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A Poem About Being an Unemployed Member of Society

Hey you, are you hiring? Business men dressed in 3 pieces, are you ready for this? I don’t have much experience and I don’t have a fancy degree, but boy do I have SOUL. FUNK! A dazzling personality. And nice calves. Assess me, judge me like you own a gavel. Today I was walking along Paradise Lane, I stumbled over someone’s lost hope and fell on another’s pile of pride. Hey, I never said that I was ON Paradise Lane, friends. Hey you, are you hiring? Something on your breath doesn’t smell right, and the twinkle in your eye basically says that I was turned  down from the moment I said, “Hello, my name is_________…” Numbered. An unassociated member of free-thinking, I am in the business of dreams and tree forts, let me take YOU for a spin. You wake up, dread doing so. All for some monkey in a 3 piece to put you in the system as a federal reserve payback bill. HEY YOU, ARE YOU HIRING?!
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