They said it would be easy. Well, they didn't say easy, but it was to be inferred, damn it! They said it would be fun. They said it would be the "best years of your life." They said it was a "new step", a grand exit from one act and a grandiose entrance into the next. They said a lot of things.
But now that's not doing me much good, is it? Now it's just old advice looking for another unsuspecting soul to pounce upon, to wrap into it's painted arms, and then set it up for one giant
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Oh, I'm on to your game. This isn't a giant step! It's the same old staircase I've been climbing since I was five. Thirteen years. Thirteen years! That's right. It is a long time. And now I've got 4 more years of the same? Well, Mister, I have to say I'm just a bit perturbed.
"Well you asked for it", they say. This isn't what I want! This is bureacracy. This is the paperwork, the endless cycle of incessant files and faux pas that make me wonder what exactly you meant when you said "enrichment." I don't feel any richer, no Sir-E-Bob. In fact, I feel cheated. Disinherited, if you will, of a fortune I never had. But I sure as hell thought it'd be there waiting when I came asking for it!
That would be too easy, though. That would be far too easy. "Look at all the people who've done it before you", they say. People go through this song and dance once, they feel like the rest of us should have to suffer it too. That's easy for them to say, they've already danced! The band's stopped, the drums are packed, and the backstage partay is in full swing! But do I get to join the festivities? Ooooo no. I've got to earn it! I've got to march my little march and do my best to keep in time with theaters for feet and my pants down to my ankles. Have you ever tried to march with your pants at your ankles? I didn't think so! You'd at least have the decency to take them off once in awhile! But me? No Sir! 1-2-3-4-Let me waddle a bit more! That's my little lot in life!
"At least you've got the oppurtunity" they say. If I was going to jab a pitchfork in my stomach, they'd say "At least you've got a pitchfork." That's how it's going to be? Well what if I don't like it, huh? What if I decide that I'm going to march right on out of here! "You've nowhere to go", they say. "You've got to do this to succeed", they say. "It's just how things are done", they say.
Well do you know what I say? Do you really, really want to know what I say? I say
"That's really quite unfortunate, but, as you leave me no recourse in which to arrive at my preferred destination, I suppose I'll have to acquiesce to your demands."
Oh hell yes. Nuff said.
But now that's not doing me much good, is it? Now it's just old advice looking for another unsuspecting soul to pounce upon, to wrap into it's painted arms, and then set it up for one giant
"K
EEE
ER
RRRP
L
u
nk."
Oh, I'm on to your game. This isn't a giant step! It's the same old staircase I've been climbing since I was five. Thirteen years. Thirteen years! That's right. It is a long time. And now I've got 4 more years of the same? Well, Mister, I have to say I'm just a bit perturbed.
"Well you asked for it", they say. This isn't what I want! This is bureacracy. This is the paperwork, the endless cycle of incessant files and faux pas that make me wonder what exactly you meant when you said "enrichment." I don't feel any richer, no Sir-E-Bob. In fact, I feel cheated. Disinherited, if you will, of a fortune I never had. But I sure as hell thought it'd be there waiting when I came asking for it!
That would be too easy, though. That would be far too easy. "Look at all the people who've done it before you", they say. People go through this song and dance once, they feel like the rest of us should have to suffer it too. That's easy for them to say, they've already danced! The band's stopped, the drums are packed, and the backstage partay is in full swing! But do I get to join the festivities? Ooooo no. I've got to earn it! I've got to march my little march and do my best to keep in time with theaters for feet and my pants down to my ankles. Have you ever tried to march with your pants at your ankles? I didn't think so! You'd at least have the decency to take them off once in awhile! But me? No Sir! 1-2-3-4-Let me waddle a bit more! That's my little lot in life!
"At least you've got the oppurtunity" they say. If I was going to jab a pitchfork in my stomach, they'd say "At least you've got a pitchfork." That's how it's going to be? Well what if I don't like it, huh? What if I decide that I'm going to march right on out of here! "You've nowhere to go", they say. "You've got to do this to succeed", they say. "It's just how things are done", they say.
Well do you know what I say? Do you really, really want to know what I say? I say
"That's really quite unfortunate, but, as you leave me no recourse in which to arrive at my preferred destination, I suppose I'll have to acquiesce to your demands."
Oh hell yes. Nuff said.
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