Ten Percent to the Ten Percent Cursive

You seemed like such a smart young man
And your Father's got a lot of friends
We didn't bother to check your references
We're a successful company
With endless opportunity
So why must you shit where you eat?
It all started out in the warehouse
Watching the stock, watching the clock
Taking shots from a flask of scotch
My first evaluation came
Remarkably they sang my praise
"Keep up the pace. You could see a raise in pay."
This seemed like a good challenge to me
So I started a game of craps in the back alley
What better way to supplement minimum wage
Despite these bits of debauchery
The managers failed to notice me
So what the fuck?
I started stealing things
Once inventory rolled around
A few sku items could not be found
Some DVD's and a wide screen TV
"We'll dock these items from your pay
We expect you to finish out the day
Your father must be so ashamed."