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I got my degree in poetry
Of the 19th Century - mm hmm
And I spent six months in Williamsburg
Looking around for free-lance work
And learning about poverty
And now I am suddenly . . . .
I'm moving home
Home, where my high schools friends are
Home, where there is HBO
Home, where the New York Times comes every morning.
I got out of NYU
And writing's what I want to do - mmm hmmm
I wrote a couple book reviews
Wrote a play called Me & You
Started a novella too--
And then my rent was coming due . . . .
I'm going home
Home, where my mom does laundry
Home, where they have free coffee
Home, where my dad brings home the groceries for me.
Got a job at Burger King
And spend my nights just wondering....mmmhmmm
Why am I all alone
Working on this silly poem
Will I always be unknown
And will I ever have my own....
My own home
Up in Vermont
My own home
Home in the woods somewhere
Home or a time share
Home where the dog is waiting happily for me......
GK: If life after college is hard, at least you can write about
it. That's the beauty of being an English major. You can
write about misery and maybe earn some money. What can
unemployed lawyers do?
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