Penn State.

 

College is a bounded endeavor.
It's like stretching and never touching your toes.
College is like a key that opens a superficial door.
I wanted to build houses.
I wanted to stand in the shadow of my accomplishments.
College said no.
What do I say to college?
I don't want to give up.
Everyone says never give up.
What are you an idiot?
I want to show them they're wrong.
They should have taught me.
I could have been great.
My brain erects buildings,
What the hell do I do with that.
A train wants to ride on the tracks and they say no.
Go play in the grass.
Must I be able to paint to become an architect?
You realize I'm desperate.
I wrote poetry,
What's wrong with me?
And society?
I thought about taking business...
It wouldn't have significance.
To my life.
Ahh!! let's change this.
Go ahead and rearrange this.
That major on my wishlist
Should be more than wishes
I know there are people that all want a spot
But why can't they have it I've given this much thought
I'm paying money
I'm doing the work
Teach me I plead.
I'm tired of getting stiffed for money
College is prostitution.
I'm not a floozy
Don't handle my nether bits loosely.
I just want a job.
I want a purpose.
My crying is worthless.
 

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