I came to college to spread my wings,
And stand now at murky precipice.
Hear the tempo my beating heart sings-
No sweet melody or operatic pitch.
Tall and proud with head held high
Or crumpled under pressure and stress,
I long to rise above and fly
And soar over the skyline of Rocket City campus.
The dreams I dream are built upon seams
Designed by skillful and delicate engineers,
And so, how crazy though it may seem,
In Shelby’s littered baptism, long live I here.
A student? No, I reside more loose-
Why be a student if I can be a goose?
Please keep your trash out of my home.
2019-09-23