Sixteen Hours

 

Sixteen Hours

By

Patrick Prescott

 

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You work sixteen hours and what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt.

Saint Peter don’t you call me I can’t go. I owe my soul to the student loan bank.

 

Borrowed two hundred thou, to get through law school

Worked thirty years made partner, paid four hundred thou, still owe six hundred thou,

Can’t retire and enjoy my life, Ronald Reagan says, "Well bless my Soul."

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 Borrowed a hundred thou to become a teacher. Still work waiting tables to pay off loans.

Big political fundraiser made me work late, Republican Governor stiffed me on the tip.

Can’t buy house or drive a decent car, H. W. Bush smiles at what he’s done.

 

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Whether they’re cops or mechanics, nurses of para legal, they’re all indebted for life.

They all pay taxes and want the dream, but the interest eats up their future.

Living from payday to payday just to get by W Bush paints in happiness.

 

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Did four tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, can’t get a job due to PTSD.

VA conveniently lost my file. I’m pushing a shopping cart and live under a bridge.

Broiling in summer, freezing in winter, Trump just says,” Loser, how do you think we kill the middle class and steal Social Security?”

You work sixteen hours what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. Saint Peter don't you call me I can't go. I OWE MY SOUL TO THE STUDENT LOAN BANK.