I say,
Fuck the establishment
Because I am a free woman
And your shackles are paper in my hands.

They say,
Come to class and take the exam
Because you are a student
And we are the school that never breathes a line.

We say,
You are the past
Because we are the future and we say you can shove it
And take it up your posterior.

They have their books, their notes, their endless assignments
Designed specially for excellence
Academic rigor and professional integrity
And their mundane chase for honours
Made routine by the year in year out stream
Of paupers
Hungry for paper and that meagre qualification
Not so meagre if you think about
Four grand to start with
Lots of green to throw around
Especially when you have no time to spend it
When you spend all your time at your desk
Your styrofoam prison
With your clients
All criminals, all tortfeasors, all contract breakers

But we, we are the free
We are the generation
And we say we rebel
We rebel!
We have our beer, our youth, our visions, our life
And we have our time to do what we want with
We are not bogged down by essays
Marking, grading, planning, scheming, thinking
We are not bogged down by the law
Because we are the free.