Why don't you tell me
That you're not going to hire me,
No opportunity,
No responsibility
And no one to look up to me,
That's the way it's going to be,
And nothings going to change me
So I'll have to wait and see,
What the hell is next for me,
With all my university,
And my 22 degrees,
In the arts psychology,
Not to mention pottery
And ancient history
So I'll try the lottery
And hope I win a lot of money,
Then I'll buy the company
And have you work for me.
Shithead