I can’t possibly flunk my papers…
Those people are lamers!
Why should I work myself up for it?
No time to lie around and sit,
Watch the T.V. or hang out
Face the sea and let out a shout.
The intensity is like the setting sun
Always upsetting, crippling one to run
I wanna pace at my own ability
Why force things in, raping the fragility?
Oh don’t show me those gloried links,
Masters or PhD, your mentality stinks;
They don’t mean a dime if you can’t convey
Cease the lying. Don’t be so gay.
You’re wasting your time!
If not, then mine…
Lo and behold, certs make you high and mighty?
Hi and low, its authenticity is rather shifty...
Personally, I think you’re pretty shitty
The greatest Pretender consequently
.
STOP!
.
Why would you want to lie by hand?
Being cheerful and blissful, so grand
Banking dissatisfaction, gossiping queen
Wonder how if I’d ask “How have you been?”
You’ll probably stutter grounded like a tree
Showing such constrained smile like a bee,
Keep it instead; don’t show such a hideous face
Those fangs won’t make you the killer Ace
Sigh, you need reprogramming gravely
I'll need tweaking and adjusting consecutively.
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