Two months searching; It's quite discouraging
But my friends and family kept encouraging
"You can do it, Bon!" It's not over yet
But the days became weeks, so I made a bet

I'll be employed before my next birthday
22 years coming up; I've got my B.A.
But the job wasn't guaranteed
I've got my pride on the time, I have to succeed

I applied to the bowling alley, Michael's Arts and Crafts
They never called me back; I guess I made them laugh
Rainbow Christian, the local Blockbuster
The latter said no 'cause my scores were lackluster

On the personality test, so I was depressed
Wrote a passionate track, and people said it was "def"
The search still continued to find a job
Success was quite slim, but I'm far from slob

My pride guided me to a store nearby
Today, I went in to see a certain guy
The produce director; he needed some aid
I didn't have experience, but his doubt would soon fade

I was hired on the spot, my pride's getting victory
7 a.m. the next day; are you kidding me
Vacation's over, and I'm headed to work
While I'm gone, get to writing poetry, you jerks!

I clucking hate you.
No Country For Old Men SUCKS.
I want my time back.

I am so damn great.
Everything I do is
made of yes and win.