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Canned
They let me go!
I worked too hard
No margin
Just a potato sack.
Sad sandwich a day keeps the headhunter away
Between jobs
There’s nothing to do.
A Supreme shirt on a stick.
(Or whatever the gaudy, overrated 2024 equivalent is)
Jobless cuisine
I am my last firewood
Your way out of the safety net is down
