I am a post-college know it all hippy
What does it get me.
I aint happy.
My pockets are empty
I write and nobody reads
I only do my best work when I'm angry
And to be honest I don't care about the trees
I just want to do what I love
Like a gardener on his knees
I am not a man from above
I do what I do for the work
It's far time I take off the gloves.
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