The Transparent Aluminum Floor and the Broken Glass
When it comes to getting a job here in Flawer-Duh, unless you have a driver's license or are able-bodied, the only thing you can ever hope for is sucking dick for packing peanuts and a slice of moldy, stale bread if you're lucky, all while looking up at the transparent aluminum floor you'll never break with no hope of escape. That is Flawer-Duh for the poorly connected, non-white, and disabled.
I can't talk to anyone about it because they don't wanna hear it. They always tell me I have to stop looking at my glass as half-empty. The problem is that the glass isn't half empty or half full. It's broken. Nothing I do, say or attempt will change that in my lifetime because down here in Flawer-Duh, the crazy and stupid rule and they can't (and won't) be voted out.
I dare anyone to prove me wrong.
See ya around,