We're coming to the end of our time here, and with it, my freedom from worrying about not having a job or how I'm ever going to pay off all the student loans I got in order to pay for the teaching job I never got to keep. It makes me sad, my loves. I got this mill-stone 'round my neck that just won't go.
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| Captain Graduate didn't owe nobody a nickel. I miss that guy and his not-owingness. |
“If only you could do the things you
dream
then everything from then on would be
fine.”
It's not as clear-cut as they make it
seem;
it's hard to reach those days of rose
and wine.
Who told you that? Was their agenda
hidden?
What profit might they glean from your
attempt?
Upon you did they force a plan,
unbidden?
Did they prepare you for the world's
contempt?
When plans are right before you-
full-formed- set,
look back along their path and see who
wins.
I have no job, but lots of student debt
and bound, to pay for all my good-faith
sins.
I thought that I was going to be a
teacher;
Instead I'm owned, in hock, a red-ink
creature.
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