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I don’t have a job and 

I am Nothing

Thank you for making me feel like 

Nothing 

Thank you for brainwashing 

My emotionally-trained brain

Into thinking that 

I am Nothing 

Thank you for repeating 

That if you do nothing 

You are nothing. 

Am I nothing? 

Thank you for telling me 

School job money 

School job money 

Is what you should envy 

A great big Cadillac

A bungalow on a green-grassed property

A husband and child 

Just one 

Baby-sat and over fed 

Surrounded by TV DVD CD MTV 

And eventually CV 

To continue the cycles

Thank you for telling me to 

Shave those arm-pits, push up those breasts and 

Give blow jobs to my husband everyday

You must understand his needs

Thank you for yelling at me 

When I make mistakes 

When I take wrong curves

And eat chocolate muffins or unknown dicks 

Thank you for controlling my identity 

My swings of mood must be shut down 

My feelings swallowed as those prescription pills 

Glass of water needed or two or three 

Or gin or vodka or ecstasy 

Thank you for making me feel like 

I am nothing 

Because we are all 

Nothing 

Especially the ones who bark 

At those well-manered wodden pickets 

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