That's the problem
You've got no common sense
You don't want to put in the time
Or pay your dues
You expect it to be handed to you
Get out there and work
And no
My parents never said such things to me
My grandparents never had such complaints
About me and mine
Why would they
We were perfect
I mean
Who complained about it
Until you started opening your mouth
Even though you don't know
The years of school we told you that you had to have
Are nothing against what I feel from years
And they've been good enough
Clearly
Just look at me
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