I want you to lie to me.
I want you to tell me that in your dreams
you wear an ugly polo and khaki pants.
And that you LOVE tucking your shirt in.
I want you to tell me that flipping burgers
is a step in the door to reaching your life-long goals.
I want you to get on your hands and knees.
I want you to beg.
I want you to plead.
I want you to say you'll never be as successful as me.
I want you to accept you'll never be free.
**THEN.
MAYBE.**
You'll earn the right to make minimum wage.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 5:17 PM UTC
I want you to lie to me.
I want you to tell me that in your dreams
you wear an ugly polo and khaki pants.
And that you LOVE tucking your shirt in.
I want you to tell me that flipping burgers
is a step in the door to reaching your life-long goals.
I want you to get on your hands and knees.
I want you to beg.
I want you to plead.
I want you to say you'll never be as successful as me.
I want you to accept you'll never be free.
**THEN.
MAYBE.**
You'll earn the right to make minimum wage.
