To my fellow twenty-somethings out there, this is for you.

This poem is for those stuck in dead end jobs, with manager slobs,
paychecks getting robbed, and dealing with those that are as dumb as knobs.
For the doors we want to open to something bigger than Black Friday Mobs, this poem is for you.

This poem is for those lamenting your 10 o'clock bedtimes, cursing that 8am wake up grind,
where your mind has now been subjected to repetitive lines, stealing away your creativity, your ideas,
your soul, your mind. This poem is for you.

This poem is for those who are wedged between the roads of old collegiate days, and signatures on contracts to having their own company phase, remembering their old ways, of laughing & joking with those who would leave you in a laugh gaze, now you are stuck in lifes unknown maze. This poem is for you.

You know what these are, these are your twenties. Where you have to choose between drinking that bottle of Henny, to deciding on the choices of many, based on those who range from one to plenty, but is this possible to maintain, or rather can we? This poem is for you.

These times may feel like a sick joke or quick sand, making you reconsider all of your ideas and plans, to the regrets of joining a band, and wasting more than a grand, at the casino, leaving you saying only AH MAN! But thats okay, you must never stay down, but now stand. This poem is for you.

These are your twenties where you are balancing the duality of grad school and trying to remain bad & cool, realizing that there's things you can and can't do, but don't drown in life's mad pool, just rise above it all, and remember that gag tool. To laugh at and smile thru everything, for you are no one bag fool. This poem is for you.

So here's to our twenties, do not surrender them, they are what shines thru, life's main gem, to all young women and men, all I say is this, your Twenties are not meant to be written off, emptied out like that Bic Pen, you used to sign your last months bill on May 10, or on that laptop as you typed in the amount to finally hit send. This poem is for you, it is for us.

Do Not Surrender Your Twenties.