Why Don’t YouWant To Grow Up And Get A Job?

Bob works on an oil rig

And thinks it’s a real nice gig

Despite the never being warm,

Likelihood of death, and unending storm.

Jane sell pictures of her feet

And also thinks it’s real neat.

She’s richer than Bob, but feels depressed

Because she’s historically oppressed.

Meanwhile, Greg’s a CEO.

What does he do? How should I know?

But I know he lives much like a royal

With abundant feet pics and plenty of oil.

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