Futility

You start out, you're just a kid
You give them people all you did
Make a couple of quid.
Spend it all getting stoned
And dreaming
Become vaguely complicit
In corporate scheming
But you rise above,
Take a vow of love
Use profanity
In a forlorn bid
To garner some pathetic notoriety
Drink your fill
while we tread our fucking mill
And end up feeling ill
I'll bet a pound
For every man alive
Who drowned
Or who was lost
And never found
Who'd have his time again.