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The Three Degrees of Separation

I went to University filled with dreams to be a “better” me,
They told me: inevitably, your First degree affects your salary,
Yet the increase of which, baffled me,
The piece of pie collapsed on me,
And now my student loans are my only recollection of the faculty,
 
Well Actually,
I still have my old textbooks and assignments gathering dust,
Stained with the expectations of vocational requirements…
… “In Job We Trust”
But reality is more than just essays and presentations,
The right Uni brings the rights connections to the right faces and recommendations,
 
My education paved the way for a recipe of manual labour,
A crash course for me to savour,
A taste of “real life’s” tragic flavour,
No promotions, No pay rises, No vacancies, No favours,
Opportunities are few and far between, so drink them straight with no chaser,
 
I switch trades,
Orient behaviour towards the Second degree of occupation.
Start on dishes, mop the floors, collect my wage and just stay patient,
A few points scored from doing chores and perhaps one day I’ll make head waiter!
But the kitchen store is full of hordes of souls who thought that graduation would save them,
 
I went to University with dreams of bettering me,
And I left a better man, despite the obstacles I see,
Despite tuition fees abusing me,
And not enough companies interviewing me,
 
I guess that once my final exam was done,
I had to overcome,
The Third degree… pursuing me.

By Mr. Gee

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