Bullshit.

the only thing better than being fairly compensated
is being overly compensated.
Like, 'thank you for mowing my lawn sonny,
here's 2,000 dollars.
spend it on blow and pay per view porn,
take a month off work and write your novel,
buy yourself something nice
because you're the voice of your generation
and you deserve it."

and you do, deserve it that is,
for surviving that coat hanger attack at a tender age,
for never being properly misunderstood,
for being left out of grunge because flannel made you itch,
for being the solitary flower
in the thanksgiving centerpiece,
a lonely, orange, late blooming flower
surrounded by pine cones and rustic grasses
and fallen leaves
shellacked to ensure their continued brilliance.