||Dear Dwight Schrute, stay home n' do drugs.||

what'd i miss, what'd i miss? did a masculine face overwhelm ya!?
you that schrute's around trynna police those that swerve'n yaw.

do ya see there's more to life than money, i wonder.
ofc y'do. if you my consider my pretty face a blunder.

i don't get it. what's the point in growin old a buzzkill.
if only adding arc to those scripting an experience at will.

yaw we do in your eyes but not in she that witnessed more than you have,
no one's perfect but our queen could teach you a thing or two bout ethics lad.

free yo mind from they shackles of yo corporate brand,
it's an international society here; we top-notch, we simple yet grand.

stayin in line and politically correct is good as a norm,
but there're exceptions cuz some girls prefer ringin' a Dom.

if we ain't to your pallette I'm sure i can write you a prescription,
for a pill you could pop or a smoke you could boof to fix yo situation.

not that it matters to everyone; but ain't nothin gonna fix an ugly face,
bout time you corporates step aside and let the artsy grace.

||Dear Dwight Schrute, stay home n' do drugs.||