*art, disillusionment, and the dreadful necessity of paying the bills*

There are many great ideas  
that I could fix my mind upon,  
but tragedy befalls me, now;  
there's paying work to do.  

It's probably a bit pointless,  
and I am overqualified;  
for the forseeable future,  
this is my fate. Et tu?  

It could be worse, I do suppose;  
I could have to deal with people;  
Code doesn't care if you wear pants,  
this is the life for me.  

I could be somewhat disruptive,  
to the industry I am sure;  
but I have no time to ponder,  
there's paying work to do.  

So hurry on off to college,  
and rack up crippling debt real fast;  
leave your dreams there on the campus;  
the time for fun is through.  

Come join us in our misery,  
doing things we do not enjoy;  
dream in your spare moments, my friend,  
but it won't set you free.  

So come code some application,  
or fix scripts other people broke;  
you should be thankful, in a way,  
there's paying work to do.