Here I enter the real world
Feared this day would come
Creativity comes to an end
Just another one of those
The forgotten ones
You know
Those that just weren't up to par
A little too crazy
Maybe too wild
Or perhaps just not smart
At this fine university
Once the valedictorian
The pride of their town
Now they cant even find a job
All the hard work
Thousands spent
To now work for 2.13 an hour
Begging at the mercy of others
For their next pay
But there are those lucky ones
That get to sit at a computer all day
Putting their well educated minds to work
Grading fourth grade math