Work harder for your dreams
They say.
Believe me, if effort was success
I'd be rich.
Instead I'll punch the clock,
Do the job,
Do the other job,
And studdy the trade all night
So that one day
I could do the job some more.
Somewhere along the way I lost my soul.
I think Uncle Sam collects them.
He uses them for ass wipes and laughs about it.
Or maybe that's just me.
I'm just a looser
And I can't get it right.
I'm sure.