Genius slackers
Without a mission
Who God gave smarts
But no ambition
On cruise control
Sit back and steer
We’re blessed with wit
But insincere
We welcome you
To Easy Street
So take the tram
And rest your feet
Why strive to take
That extra leap
When we get straight Bs
In our sleep?
Although you may
Not quite agree
I say that’s good
Enough for me
Let this distinguish
Us from nerds
We know to work
Is quite absurd
So why do something
Not required
To just wind up
Depressed and tired?
You go on working
Until you’re dead
We’ll count our days
In naps instead