find something you truly love 
and you may never earn 
any money at all.  
 
where the guys in the local 
band thought ‘Give Up Your 
Dreams’ was a marketing 
 
trick, your dad reckons it’s 
the smartest move to make.  
dreams are free – which means 
 
they earn you nothing, may 
cost the world, won’t offer 
the right stuff in return. 
 
you learn that on the job,  
doing the hard slog, an honest 
living gives the right 
 
to your opinion. everyone’s 
entitled – if they just pay their 
taxes just like anyone else,  
 
just like everyone should. And 
the bozos and boozers and yobbos 
and hobos just didn’t 
 
kick on, didn’t try hard enough, did 
not take the opportunities that 
come to everyone – they missed 
 
their window, and not because it 
was leaking, black mold  
shadow-dripping through their 
 
lungs,  and hey, they missed  
a rung on the  ladder, and not  
because it was being 
 
dragged up at a hectic pace, with a  
broken step – strategically placed, 
they missed  
 
a trick. Remember – it 
was meant to trickle on down. 
Stupid clowns were  
 
busy huffing on their  
dreams, breathing in something  
beyond the day-job 
 
scheme, hoping for some way 
to convey a deeper truth. which  
is really an idea above  
 
their station, and the  
train keeps a-rollin‘ 
and they’ll never  
 
be on it.  
because they just 
can’t own it.