If you’re like me; and managed to graduate — Congratulations!
Now you’ve come to the cross-roads; do you apply for countless job interviews or just work for your parents as a Hedge-Fund Manager?
Take the easy way out.
Long-term pain is worse than a short-term one.
You’ll get over it.
The low-self esteem of never amounting to anything.
The constant bickering by your parents of how you’re just not good enough.
The fact that all the other employees are only nice to you cause your Dad owns the Business.
The fact that they are all over-qualified than you are.
Is all okay. It’s fine. It’s all part of a greater plan.
You see, one fine day — you’ll inherit all of that business.
And LAA-DEE-FRIKIN’-DAA; nobody will give a shit when you get booted out the company head first.
’Cause all those Board-Members you’ve been pissing off with your shinny sneakers and your lousy attitude; well the chickens have come to finally roost my friend.
Time to pay the price.
Time to face the real world.
’Cause Daddy ain’t getting you out of this one.
Now you realise; fuck if only…
If only I’d listened and actually applied for that internship at Pizza-hut.
I coulda had class, I could’ve been a contender.
You could’ve owned your own Pizza-company by now.
Delivering Pizza’s across the entire Nation.
Franchising your own Brand.
But noooooo…you fell for that good ol’ parent trap.
You took the easy way out; and that’s the time you’ll hear the word ‘easy’ in a positive light.
It’s the time you realise; all you’re good for is jerkin’ punks off under the Queensboro Bridge.