Manifesto, why don’t you come to your senses
You’ve been full of pretenses for so long now
Oh you’re a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These words that are pleasin’ you
Don’t matter no how
Fancy sentences don’t impress judges boy
You know they’re just a fable
They’re wanted by a client you ain’t met
Now it seems to me award shows
Like the ones you see on cable
Leave you filled with nothin’ but regret
Manifesto, oh, you ain’t getting shorter
Cause it’s the first quarter, the budget’s approved
And creative, oh creative, well that’s just some people talkin’
Your prison is balkin' when good words are removed
Write a spot you’re proud of this time
Don’t squander it you’re in your prime
It’s the only way to get an increase in pay
You’ll have your highs and lows
Ain’t it funny how this assignment blows, cliché
Manifesto, why don’t you come to your senses
They’ve paid your expenses, go write something great
It’s now or never, a book piece is just what you’re needin’
You better stop your concedin’
You better stop your concedin’
You better stop your concedin’
Before it’s too late
