Planning to think about trying to work? Not so fast!

I'm prime-beef labor, but what pie-slice is that?

5 per of new jobs, not exactly the fat.

Half of new jobs go to chief-cook-and-bottle,

Folks with two kids honing pensions and wattle.

For a guy like me with a big future at play,

What a shame it'd be to kiss all that away!

.

Kiss it away in flipping burgers at Joe's,

In taming mad clients or painting chicks' toes.

Some day soon, Dad, I'll get the great call:

"Come save our company and we'll pay you all!"

Till then I remain like 94 million,

Awaiting my chance, becalmed and reptilian.

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