Here's to you whitecollar kid...
You gave me the dirtiest glare and turned up nose today as you picked out your new BMW. Your trophy girl just close enough so that everyone knew she was with you. You were about my age, with faux punk hair and your designer punk clothes, eternal frown painted on your face. What was the dirty look for? Was it the grease on my work shirt, the sweat from the unrelenting sun, or was it because I was smiling, working a job too low class for your kind. I've known you before, the childhood friend who ignored me as we grew, with a bigger agenda than friends without your vision, the girl I dated who suddenly realized that I wasnt in the same class as herself. As you graduate college and as you turn your trophy girl into a trophy wife, buy your expensive cars, and move into your hilltop mansion, I hope you look down, to the lesser peoples houses and we are both smiling at eachother, because that means I chased my passions, and you got your prozac.
You gave me the dirtiest glare and turned up nose today as you picked out your new BMW. Your trophy girl just close enough so that everyone knew she was with you. You were about my age, with faux punk hair and your designer punk clothes, eternal frown painted on your face. What was the dirty look for? Was it the grease on my work shirt, the sweat from the unrelenting sun, or was it because I was smiling, working a job too low class for your kind. I've known you before, the childhood friend who ignored me as we grew, with a bigger agenda than friends without your vision, the girl I dated who suddenly realized that I wasnt in the same class as herself. As you graduate college and as you turn your trophy girl into a trophy wife, buy your expensive cars, and move into your hilltop mansion, I hope you look down, to the lesser peoples houses and we are both smiling at eachother, because that means I chased my passions, and you got your prozac.