Cashier
We’re just enigmas
The stigmas
I don’t understand it
The world, how will I manage
A new generation full of ideas reprimanded
Millennial
A term become so trivial
Criticized for being convivial
Hatred spread through their material
But we can succeed despite not meeting all of their criterial
Wrong
Reality
Back to it, it's a travesty
My dreams are all a fallacy
Ideas are just inebriated mental faculties
Creativity is an illusion, just a fantasy
Forget your ideas that could discover another galaxy
Throw away the brush that can paint a mental gallery
Understand success in life is based only on this mentality
Your life’s worth is judged by the number of 0s in your salary
“Get a summer job”.
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