Ship me off

Fri, 07/11/2014 - 17:14 -- lildenk

Want to leave now

One question: how?

They won't pay

I hop jobs day by day

"Save up" I'm told

By the time I have enough

I'll be too dang old

Financial aid's not for me 

I don't qualify, is the thing

My mind's screeching

My body system is breeching

"Think" I tell myself

How can you get there

Work hard,work hard,work hard is my only care 

A lil' help I wouldn't mind

A lil' help is what I need to find

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