You clock in, and toil for what seems like an eternity in order to stuff the pockets of a parasitic owner. Then you see your week's check, reflect on just how hard you worked for that meager sum, and realize hopelessness of life.

I'm an artist now and forever. I can't afford to waste my prime years toiling as a working class drone. Even if you're not an artist, it is still a waste of life and talent to live like this. I hate being working class. It is destroying me.