People say I won't succeed
Or go anywhere in life
With no high school diploma
Buti like to think about how
One day
They’re all going to be working a desk job
9-5
Every day
Working their life's away
Miserable ******* robots
But i’m going to be writing,
I'm going to be signing books left and right and
People
All over the world
Will want to be me
They will want to be me
You
Will want to be me
Because I have no limits
I have no regrets
I will never
Have any regrets
And I don’t need a stupid piece of paper
With my name on it that tells me
“Congrats you’re successfully fit to this robotic society
You’ve survived four years of pointless
Quadratic formulas
And reenacting hamlet
For a group of classmates
That are secretly judging you
For that little hair that’s out of place”

I don’t want that type of success
If it can even be considered success at all
Earning 8 dollars and 50 cents an hour
Sweating over a desk
Wearing a suit that’s wedging into places
Suits shouldn’t be
I want
FREEDOM
I want to stay up till 2am writing a new poem that everybody’s going to love
I want to go to quote on quote
“Work”
Wearing pajamas
Or maybe nothing at all
Because writing will be my work
And at first it probably won’t make me much money
But it’ll definitely make me happy and shouldn’t
That be all that ******* matters
When you’re choosing your career?
Why does little pieces of green paper
Define what you will be doing for the rest of your life
Why take orders from somebody else and
Take note of things that make no sense
All day every day
If that’s not what gets your motor running

I will succeed with the pencil in my hand
And the passion in my heart
I will succeed and you
You will be a robot