College Admissions Woes


United States
37° 15' 2.8872" N, 79° 58' 50.9304" W

We rush around, so ever do we rush about.
Always running, is every walk of life,
We do scurry and race by our every road and route.
Tis' the work of life never to walk in life.

Run! To run is to be free -to walk conformity,
How you must flaunt your every way and word!
Once free, now must flee, old source for originality
You must flit around like some silly bird!

It, a silly old chase with meaningless taste!
You, a youngin with oh so much to prove,
Must do it so well! All not beauty is waste.
You must paint and your art must be shown in the Louvre!

College is a collage of the empty at heart-
Strained and drained now of love and art.


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