to toddle toward those towering beams
and, in the end, when they clean
they just want your soul, they want you keen.
for goals are always just a dream
a step up in the corporate scheme
so when you're standing, or when you lean
always make sure to say just what you mean.
for as we tumble toward what is real
we try to keep an image, we strive for ideal
and when it comes time to give your schpiel
you repeat and repeat, you broke the wheel
the wheel of misfortune, where dreams go to rot
and threaten to claim you with its nefarious plot:
just keep failing, baby, never try to grow
just keep grinding, grab that bag of blow.
and though your hear them, your family and friends
you only look forward to the apparent end
so try not to stutter, always watch where you step
and please don't get caught up in what you might regret.
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