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.