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the minute the teacher turns away
how many times were you truly intrigued?
is boredom a symptom of mental fatigue?
when have you ever been top of the class?
what will you do when you're out on your arse?
what are your prospects of doing quite well?
and what will you have at the very last bell?
You can't bear another's beauty, you can't emulate a grace
you can't filch another's mystery, occupy another's space
you can't do another's duty, or take a special place
in another person's history when they've sunk without a trace
What's the reward for being a berk?
thick as a plank and looking for work
what a wank
what do you think of the welfare state?
it's a fake
what have they handed you on a plate?
have you considered how lucky you are?
what do you think of the system so far?
aren't you endowed with the patience of job?
don't you feel ready to conquer the globe?
You can't steal another's thunder, you can't fill a great divide
you can't steer another's fancy, you can't change another's side
not undo another's blunder nor pretend another's pride
you can't offer necromancy till the final hope has died
I'm a second-class person citizen-wise,
this is something i must recognise
it's not my place to make complaint,
but am i happy? no, i ain't
i missed my chance when i was young,
now i live below the bottom rung
i was put on earth to discover my niche;
oh lord, won't you make me nouveau riche?