And we got stuck with ring around the dollar.

Overqualified,

Underquantified,
Not satisfied in unemployment lines,
me thanking the divine because spitting rhymes paying for my dining,
my boarding,
hoarding poetry like calories waiting to fatten me up in the
winter.
Storing lines like pennies hoping to cash in my jar because
the Nothing Generation
appreciates art.
We know there’s nothing like artistic expression to get you
through economic recessions.

(haha the irony is real)