What is this life if, full of shit,
We have no chance to up and quit,
No time to fuck about for fun
Or take our favourites underdone?
We have to suffer painful stuff,
Absorb a ton of pointless fluff
And have cockwombles fill our day
Without a chance to run away.
Ignore the shameless idiots,
Stupendous hordes of twitter-bots,
Ignorant gap-year travellers
And window-licking managers:
Your life, world, brain and body are
The assets which can take you far.