Fed on idiocy

Destiny bet on my idiocy
He guaranteed my spot in the shade
Taught me to work with hands instead of my brain
Insisted on ignoring my opinions

Cut his thumb with an axe
Smashed the window with his head
Burst the bubble with bitterness
Taught clumsiness instead

Where´s my trophy, fate?
Where´s my ten grand?
Why wasn´t I the manager?
Why was I the workhand?

Generosity is the reason
And the position to give
If I have Money you´ll be thankful
that I lend it so you live

He said work hard not smart and stay in the shadow
You can do it my way or cut grass in the meadow
I´m the boss he says and Always does favours
And you´re noone son so just say thank you, you best behave.