Don’t you be getting any notions, son.
I won’t let you forget where you’re from.
This sort of thing is above our station.
The squat pen will find no rest between your finger and thumb.
I don’t think I’ve gotten full of notions.
I don’t see why I shouldn’t have a go.
Who says this is above my station?
I think that sort of gatekeeping really has to go.
But this sort of thing isn’t for us, son.
Get a job and settle down first.
That sort of thing won’t pay your bills.
Being solvent is more important than being well versed.
There’s no satisfaction in an office.
Life’s answers aren’t found in a spreadsheet.
So if it isn’t for us, who is it for?
Rhyming and meter aren’t just for a so-called elite.
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