another, day, another dollar

they say

at work

you’re

never

going to

amount

to shit.

you

don’t go

to school

but we

are going to

keep you

because we

need people

who cares

about selling

the dream.

even if it’s

by accident.

who cares?

i think

they have

some secret

self-worth

because

they know

something

someone

already

knows.

but they

don’t know

what i

know.

fuck my

education

i don’t

ever want

to be

smarter

than their

reality.

i’m never

late for

my shift

though.

sometimes

i have

to leave

early.

i get  paid

every

two weeks,

vacation,

sick leave,

401k and

insurance.

a lover,

at home.

dogs of

all sizes.

jesus,

does it

get any

better?

i am the

american

dream.

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