I’m 991 weeks

And I’m taking a few peeks

Of this outstanding place

To observe this amazing race

But I don’t see

Enough career opportunities

Or a fair chance to rise,

To throw life’s dice

I hear the making of a casket

And see the digging of a pit

What I’m learning

Is the future to my story

There is a man named Mr. Dow Jones

Who has pockets filled with stones

Who is drowning in the sea of currency

Like all those who were accused of sorcery

I hear of a Mr. Banks

Who banks on bailouts

And Ms. Corporate Interests

Who yokes many with student loan interests

In this womb of childhood

Where I am becoming skilled

I’m developing my intellect

I ask you to think and reflect

Mother Wisdom and Father College

Don’t Abort Me!

This American idealistic land

Of opportunity has branded me band

From a higher level of education

Gone are the days of segregation

Open the door to career readiness

Stop all this downsizing

Give bailouts for the ninety-nine percent

Who pay their taxes and fund the government

Help all those who have debt

Bring justice to Mr. Banks

And Ms. Corporate Interests

Enforce upon the rich a higher taxation

For they too are part of this great nation

Mother Wisdom and Father College

Don’t Abort Me!

Don’t Abort My Generation!