Student Worker

It used to be That students could be students Studying how electrons were elected On the platform of the atom, Where the comma was to be engraved In the sentence, And why the color red makes people Want to buy coca-cola. Now, though, there is a greedy trend of Inflation inflating the institution’s pockets With hundreds of Abraham Lincoln faces. Now, students are workers with two full-time jobs, Just to make the ends of their stomachs Shake hands with the end of their mouths. Now, students are studying How to make tacos, and they are graded On how well they can engrave McGriddles With their very own signature migraines. No wonder they cannot pass algebra, They are too busy taking finals in Wal-Mart. You can spot them easily, they are the ones with Dark circles caressing their eyes like black holes, Sucking all the fireworks of childhood dreams Into another dimension of Never-Land. They have sprinkled themselves with Caffeine pixie dust so often They are immune to flying.