Millennials want decent jobs? Lord, no!

They told me to study.

Hard.

So I studied.

Hard.

They told me, ‘love what you do and the rest will come’.

I’ve never been happier, don’t you take it wrong.

They told me to be nothing less than excellent.

So I got my straight A’s.

And the rest will come.

But I’m 23.

And that means my eyes are wide open.

I damn know the overwhelming, shared feeling

that we’re never enough.

Overqualified.

Unmotivated.

Deserving.

Underpaid.

And they dare to encourage us to dream. How?

But, yes, the rest will come.

Elsewhere.

In a march, perhaps.

Because there are too many last straws now.