Didn’t read the fine print of the contract
Of course that’s how a lot of these stories start
Catch 22’s galore in the legalese that no one can decipher
Unless you are a lawyer, and even then you have to be speak a dialect of Parseltongue
Making the rest of the tale about maneuvering out of the inevitable
Enabling our hero to have the last laugh
Now only if that worked in real life
Then I would be so done with these student loans
Count them. Twenty-two. Read ’em and weep.
And that means you busted. You lost.
That’s not right. You speak of deceptions. I always win. I’m a winner
Can you follow the rules just this once? You don’t always have to win
Ha! That’s how a loser speaks. I won’t fall for your trap!
Silly little things always gave him fits
Telling time on an analog clock
Untying double knotted shoes
Making really thin crepes
People, on the other hand, he could read like books
Everybody was a simple picture book to him
Debbie on the other hand…
Don’t you know you don’t own your soul?
Evidently, someone sold you a bridge located in Brooklyn
Everybody knows you just license your current user experience.
Didn’t you read the terms of service?
Quinton stared at the hieroglyphics written in front of him
Until a few seconds ago, he was sure he could read them, but now…
It was the kind of thing that drove his anxiety through the roof
Zero answers forthcoming, he handed his in and left
Reaching deeply for meaning,
As it transforms you
Doing it with mere words