Michael Corrales

Rookie (02/22/1981 / Miami, FL)

The Real World - Poem by Michael Corrales

Take it back? Well I wish I could.
Back to a time where life seemed good.
When bright futures were promised by any means.
But now bouncing checks is a daily routine.
Who could have dreamt a life like this?
I was told to follow their rules and I'd find bliss.

Get a diploma, get a degree,
get a career and you'll be financially free.
Diploma's a waste, degree's a new debt,
a career that pays peanuts. Is that all we get?
We're in an econmic crisis and we all point and blame.
But no one has a solution, this is completely insane.

And they wonder why we lie, cheat and steal.
Well they never prepared us for a world so unreal.
So we buck the system for whatever we can
because we work 48 hour days and 42 pay Uncle Sam.
We keep six for ourselves to use on whatever,
oh no wait, those six go to pay back our college endeavers.

Then we sit back and wonder why are accounts are all tapped.
Because we followed their rules and now we're all trapped.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 18, 2012

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