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“They said you could be anything Anything but at the top . . .”

They said you could be anything
Anything but at the top
Your fathers did this but you can’t 
It’s just not in your makeup

You’re always wasting too much time
You’re not worth training up
You just don’t work hard enough 
You don’t have the right stuff 

Tiger moms crouched in jungles
Waiting for the time to strike  
Beasts in teeming office buildings
Scrounge under fluorescent fire 

The simulation howls for blood 
A never-ending lust for grease 
Their hours power the miles of gears
Without a thought, without release 

You should have been a bug, man
You should have been a bug
In a world designed for insectoid lives
You should have been a bug

- Alexander

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