Degree of Labor

 

           

Degree of Labor

By:

Trumere Butler

11/11/13

Questions as bitter as a lemons juice plagues all.

How?

Why?

When?

How does it cost this must to learn?

Where foreign shores provide education,

Indigenously we are bereft.

Why is the cost high?

Blood, sweat, and tears.

Penalty for being not being the 1%.

Offensive words begets defensive ways,

Next a person equates a number.

Cumulatively measured while quality is obsolete.

When will change occur?

Mistress Time infinitely evades.

Allowing anxiety and depression to form.

Still the sweet tange of success is incentive

The more obstacles faced the more to be conquered.

The finishing line is far yet definite.

The degree is grasped.

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