When I was young and oh so naiveI had the most beautiful dreamThat I would starIn films near and farAnd be the princess of the big screenBut then puberty hit and it left meIn a perfectly terrible stateSo they said study hardYou’ll be dealt a good card Come on Anon It’s never too lateSo I went to a great universityAn expert in every domainI enjoyed all the writingIt was new and excitingI felt luck was with me againBut the studies have now endedAnd now I’m not sure what to doI sit down feeling greyWriting letters all dayTo people who tell me to shooIt seems my degree counts for jackBut the bank is still counting my loanI’ve lost my directionI’m expecting rejectionEvery time I pick up the phoneThey said I don’t have the skills to close doors,That I couldn’t give food to a cat,Then a voice in my headSaid, ‘I’ll write poetry instead!’…Turns out I can’t even do that!
