Diploma

I just want to start off Addressing question "Did you have a good time" About as good as Tim O'Brien during fucking wartime That doesn't mean I didn't have my fair share of enlightening Occurrences In fact it means the opposite You focusing Learned real young That certain letters printed on a paper Would differently evoke the emotions of kin relations And a free tongue Was far more fearsome than a gun or rapier Especially to those who are the heads of institutions Fucking flunkee Just a punk, see That's why he's pissy Kindly disregard please And drink another yummy forty Drowning in a vat of unproductive terministic screens Even labels undramatic rip us at our seams You're no fool But I do wonder how long at school Till you are another tool For the tightening of spool Essentially, I have the following, frightening question How long in the furnace till you lose your fucking cool Okay I must admit In crowd I did sit But I never put my inner emotions into a pit I did my very best On every test, I must confess But I wonder what dreams are sacrificed When you don't leave your eyes to rest Sister I don't think you really got my meaning When I said that I matriculated and took a beating I'm referring To serving A master undeserving Of all the tears and sweat I was effusing Listen real close Fuck financial aid and their coffers Sooner would make me a pauper than a fucking doctor Luckily I had my family to back my movement Or I would have to take an unsymbolic bowel movement Upon the tragedy which is the reality Of a system predicated 'pon the malady Of false hierarchical wisdom Into which we play Cutting hitchhiker's thumb To see if she'll find her way I say, predatory Both your loans and message Telling me that if I pick the wrong major You can't—my path—envisage Or if I go to the wrong university That somehow I have put myself at the bottom of pecking order Fuck your order I'm not an idealist But I know I don't have to subscribe To the totem pole you prescribe I affirm I'm alive With a volition distinct I feel and I think I rise and I sink I stare and I blink Furthermore Seeing power trips of many teachers Makes one realize how power bears some truly bitter features All the preachers of your educational religion I don't respect I'm a fucking heathen I just want to reaffirm Learned a lot of things Picked up on the psyche And how the soul sings Partook of the knowledge And of the trappings And I had re-instilled Life is more than class rings Met some fine people Peers, instructors, and some at the chapel Also have to admit that my enemies were helpful Therein lies the paradox Seems that the boons sustained me While the adversity made me Isn't that so crazy Makes one truly wonder Should I thank my enemies for bangers Putting all my skeletons on hangers Giving them a shoutout at the ceremony Knowing artist and pain Are locked up in a deadly matrimony School's not a ripoff It is a pipeline Spitting you out, in direction success But, as with a canal There's a delivery fine Maybe you can ponder it If you get recess Acceptance doesn't determine the worth of institution I know many dirty in the clergy granted absolution So keep tweeting, birdie, how success improved your life and health Knowing even with your wealth you may not scape your destitution I'm not hoping to just scare you I hope there's aught you glean It just so easy to succumb rushes of dopamine You see those green marks Similar effect to that of red hearts Many guzzling the sap But I am questioning the bark Of a kennel quite afraid of when a reading dog does bark Took a plague to them persuade that clemency they should impart I suppose it's really true that torches work the best at dark Spit my runes into the night so all its many wights can hark