They
They
told me I should be here
They
whispered about dream jobs that pay well
They
chanted, “You’ll get what you deserve!”
They
shouted from the rooftops. “You’ll reap what you sow!”
But we live where pornstars and strippers make thousands, and I owe twice as much to pretty institutions that whispered sweet nothings into my ear.
But we live in a world of debt that grows by the second, and the institutions continue to promise and whisper, and we hope and hope that the institutions will pay us back because we held up our end of the bargain!
Don’t worry, though.
The
THEY
is slowly dying, and soon it will be
US
WE
OUR,
not
mine
me
I.
