秋高氣爽，不想說太多話，來一首詩好嘛？


Hello Sir, remember me?
I'm the man you thought I'd never be.
The boy who you reduced to tears,
the lad called 'thingy' for six whole years.

Yeah that's right, my name's Bob.
The one who landed the pop star's job.
The one who you told, "look don't touch."
The kid who wouldn't amount to much.

Well, I'm here, and you're still there,
with a fake sports car and receding hair,
dodgy Farah trousers that you think are smart,
married to the woman who teaches art.

Married to the life, married to the school.
I wanna sing and dance Sir, now who's the fool?
"Sing and dance?" You thought I was barmy,
"settle down thingy, join the army!!"

And who are you to tell me this?
The dream I want I'll have to miss?
Sir is God, he's been given the right
to structure lives overnight.

Now I know life's true path.
Tanks and guns? That'll be a laugh.
Nah, not me, I'm a mega civilian,
I won't lead my life riding pillion.

But thanks for the advice and I'm sure it'll do
for the negative dickheads just like you.
As for now I've a different weapon,
stage and screen is about to beckon.
And here I sit in first class.
Bollocks Sir, kiss my arse...

- Robert Peter Williams