When i was a youth i read a book to learn the color of my parachute
I took the quiz, afraid of life in a suit
I tallied my score
Something fun, i implore
The book said, here's your life ahead
You're gonna be a Waymo driver
My guidance counselor said here's your aptitude test
You're strangely different from the rest
We found your niche, not poor not rich
Then she said here's your life ahead
You'll be a Waymo driver
Dog catcher at the South Pole
Firefighter in Atlantis
Grief counselor in Heaven
Where's my vocational bliss
I went to a job fair
The reps were so cheery
But they got glassy eyes when i offered this query
Why don't i see some job for me
Why do i dread this life ahead
Give a honk and a wave, and some sympathy save for the Waymo driver
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