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Career Advice - Spoken Word Poetry

You know when you're in university
in a new city
and you’re worried about your electricity 
bill 
so there’s no time to sit still
because you’re left will no will
to live. 

Then you work like a bee
without getting the honey
you don’t make any money
but you have to explain the quotation 
use annotation
have some thought exploration. 
No that’s not exploitation 
even with no remuneration. 

Do you wonder what it’s all for?
If your ideas are not worth more
than someone else’s beliefs because he’s been published before?

No, there is no light in the tunnel
in a system that runs like a funnel
towards unemployment 
and zero enjoyment.
It’s a pain with no ointment
to get a job that you hate
People will tell you it’s fate
you should find someone to mate
to continue the species
and pay the price, which is
to forget all your wishes

So why are you doing this in the first place?
You dress your words in fine lace 
get in the right head space 
and write essays till you grow old.
Do you believe what you’re told
that your ideas will change the world? 

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