25 july 2018
art, disillusionment, and the dreadful necessity of paying the bills
There are many great ideas
that I could fix my mind upon,
but tragedy befalls me, now;
there's paying work to do.
It's probably a bit pointless,
and I am overqualified;
for the forseeable future,
this is my fate. Et tu?
It could be worse, I do suppose;
I could have to deal with people;
Code doesn't care if you wear pants,
this is the life for me.
I could be somewhat disruptive,
to the industry I am sure;
but I have no time to ponder,
there's paying work to do.
So hurry on off to college,
and rack up crippling debt real fast;
leave your dreams there on the campus;
the time for fun is through.
Come join us in our misery,
doing things we do not enjoy;
dream in your spare moments, my friend,
but it won't set you free.
So come code some application,
or fix scripts other people broke;
you should be thankful, in a way,
there's paying work to do.