The 300K jobs created last month ain't all it's cracked up to be.

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I've been planning to think about trying to work,

And get my old man to stop chaining my jerk,

(Or something like that) and be a man complete,

With bills and Visa and a big fridge replete,

And to poor Uncle Sam contribute some cash,

Since he's got more debt than The Donald has brash,

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"No prob'," Dad told me, "up wings the economy:

"In two weeks a job, in three your autonomy.

"The U.S. market grew 300 K jobs.

"There's no room for excuses, much less for slobs.

"Just jump in the game and climb the corp. ladder,

"You'll soon be VP and make proud your Dadder."

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So there I was mulling a stab at a job,

But saw this op-ed by the great Doctor Rob ,

Who picks apart clean the last labor report:

Finding a good job, that requires F-fort.

Which to yours truly is the hated F word,

Boring and sweaty, better left to the herd.

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First let's be clear, a job's got to be right,

With vacation, a staff, not too late at night.

I'm not gonna bend over, not gonna clean,

Your boy's a brain guy, a one-man dream team

That any company'd be grateful to get,

But it's gotta pay tops and not make me fret.

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I'm prime-beef labor, but what pie-slice is that?

5 per of new jobs, not exactly the fat.

Half of new jobs go to chief-cook-and-bottle,

Folks with two kids honing pensions and wattle.

For a guy like me with a big future at play,

What a shame it'd be to kiss all that away!

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Kiss it away in flipping burgers at Joe's,

In taming mad clients or painting chicks' toes.

Some day soon, Dad, I'll get the great call:

"Come save our company and we'll pay you all!"

Till then I remain like 94 million,

Awaiting my chance, becalmed and reptilian.

Authors Website: http://www.philipkraske.com

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