Getting it together, My ACT
I know I am young
Alive without a care
My worries are few, except for the college scare
I am looking for funds
To compliment my activity
Of educating myself for the future
Without a proclivity
I am what I am, and popeye I’m not
So spinach won’t help me achieve my lot.
Corporations and sponsors,
To them I seek my wants
Provide me funding, then I will fill your future slots
As an educated member
Of your elite workforce
My act is with your hands, the decision to make
I will wait by my computer waiting, to cut the cake.
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