done working for the man

i ask the thirty-five year old

kid

on the street,

with his hat on backwards

protesting

a variety of things,

from war

to gas and oil,

to the middle east

and trans rights,

not to mention capitalism.

i ask him what he's going

to be when

he grows up.

he laughs and shakes his

head as

he dodges a tear gas

cannister.

i'm thinking of doing my own

podcast,

he says.

i really don't want to waste

my English Lit degree

from Columbia.

and i think this might be

a good way

for me to educate

people.

show them who i really am.

do you know that some podcasters

make

a couple of hundred

thousands per year?

i'm done working for the man.