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!
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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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