Back to Your Typewriter, Little Girl.

I’ve been halted, and I must express
I knew I would be.
Ya got pick two or a threey-ey for entertainment understand?
To live this life pereibloous.
I brought out a big word to notion, that this is exactly when I expected
The work attachment to wind down yourlife looks like.
No socials, and the emails come in begging me to be social. There is no use!
As the gods of employment have uttered it useless and I rather keep my righthoods than no other.

At the bar, before I took your tests. Before I knew I was good enough, finite.
Got my Education, now what to do with it?
WELLLL, I made some habitual attachments before I could put out the job reservations with my current degree. So no hopeful medical job or selling insurance for Sam or even the Brick + Mortar in Town, well the Chamber of Commerce knows which ones I’d like to fund or do.
Another Train of Gravy, not really.
Another Train of: I wanna see what it does in 30 years.
I got 24 and 68body like a baby.
A sic one.