<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Life, the Obstacle Course]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[taurusingemini]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://lifetheobstaclecourse.wordpress.com/author/taurusingemini/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Status: Unemployed]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:center;">Translated…</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>In Infancy, You’d Participated in the Grand Scheme of</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Grabbing Random Items that Would Give a Sign of What You’ll Be</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>You’d Missed Those Calligraphy Pen, Abacus, the Tambourines, the Stethoscopes</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Just, Grabbed onto Air</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">not my photo&#8230;<img src="https://i0.wp.com/www-tc.pbs.org/wnet/need-to-know/files/2011/07/Unemployed.jpg" /></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>But the Air Kept, Slipping Out of Your Hands</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>Your Father Commented, “Perhaps, You’ll Be, a Microbiologist”</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>But it’s, Just a Child</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>Who’d, Talked to the Fans Because of How Lonely S/he Got</em></p>
<p style="text-align:right;"><em>“What, are You Doing?”</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>“I’m Eating Up the Wind!”</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img src="https://i0.wp.com/www.ukrainebusiness.com.ua/modules/news/images/topics/5d489cfe-72f9-d58a.jpg" /></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>You Don’t Know that After Your Adam’s Apple Set in</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>Your Voice Became Altered Completely</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>“Why Aren’t You Earning Money?”</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>“I’m Drinking Up the Wind Here”</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><em>You’d Gone to the Back Mountains, Dug Up Those Buried Essays You Wrote Once</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><img src="https://blackbloggers.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/unemployed-pic-2.jpg" />a protest, because there&#8217;s not enough jobs to go around&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>The Same Old, “What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up…”</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>President and Astronaut are Both Taken Already</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>If “Self” Can Become, an Occupation Too</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Using that Giant Roll of Newspaper, Wrapped it Around Your Body</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>And Missed Out on Life in the Want Ads in the Classifieds</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>You’d Used that Red Pen, to Draw a Huge Circle Around “Poet”</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>And that Huge Red Circle Had</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Become, the Largest Period Ever Now</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;">So, this just still shows, how the adults are often still just, SHOOTING down the dreams of their own young, because unless you’re a lawyer, a professor, an engineer, or whatever it is that would be “acceptable”, the rest of the world will keep looking down on you, and because this world is still WAY too overrated in deciding if someone’s successful, by the dollar signs by the individuals’ names…</p>
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