Analogy-shmenalogy.

Job hunt, take 139302841.

Work isn’t the cage
it’s the money we hold;
some people don’t mind
‘cuz their shackles are gold.

“They’re bracelets, mere trinkets,
and we know what’s ours,”
cry the imprisoned as
I stare through the bars.

Tho I don’t walk freely,
I will always refrain
from gilding the burden
Of my ball and chain.

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