GET A DEGREE! get a job, get yourself a name and a place, place your name and
place in a comfort zone amongst some unspoken agreement of denial to the basic
dismay you and those among you have worked all your lives for. Take the test,
get the grade, make your life like those above you. Like those better ones
amongst their comfort zones with in the lime light of societies sweet tooth for
moral disarray channeled through local media coverage right down to the grass
roots of our little town lives. Make them proud when they send you on the all
expense paid trip to the upper class, with books, sliver lined suits, business
cards and suede fitted tennis shoes force feed by the absolutely necessarily to
covet the truth of who you are, or any other unforeseen implication of
difference. Tell the people of your vast accomplishments as a studious servant
to the cycle of corporate domination and manipulation. Lay your head to the
pillow child some day daddy knows you'll be a well oiled piece of machinery that
has been tuned and torque to fit your little cubby hole that fits within an
infinite line of other cubbyholes with unequivocal profit maximizing efficiency.
For if somewhere along the rows and columns a hindering unit did exist, take no
breath before saying good buy, see you around to its existence, there is
certainly no room for the stink of fear or failure where it could be replaced
with a new low income recent recipient of a degree. I know don't be so naive,
what a great life one could lead if they just did what they were told and
thought right of what the other drones did, you really would of been a great
worker bee if you weren't obsessed with why we need to collect honey for some
over weight. Do me one though, step outside your little box of reality you built
as a means to fit in and take a trip through my abyss of thought. My cavernous
hole that snakes and twirls into a world you never knew to be. Except my degree
as what I discovered while in the transit line to subordination. While living
inside the world but never really believing, a view from the outside looking in,
the prick in the rose who protects the pretty petals when their methodical decay
of room pisses off the system intended for its display and they start
to droop and rip one by one by one.