Graduation Hors D'Oeuvres.

Brochures 4 college flocked mama’s
mail. No stories they forgot
Not to tell of

No classes
I can't fail No experiments
I can dry spell No esteems
I can't convince No militants
I can’t commence No drugs

I can't try No underage drinks
I can't buy No fears
I can’t hold onto No girls
(who’ll groin me blue)

Brochures 4 college flooded mama’s
mail. No stories they forgot
Not to tell of

No intramurals
I can't toy No purities
I can't destroy No color blinds

I can’t counterpoint No flexibility
I can’t un-joint No devils
I can't maintain No asana

I can't attain No falsetto
I can’t front No betrayals
I can’t confront No misfortunes

I can't avoid No substitute
I can’t out-void No revelation
I can’t wing, with No confrontation
(with what college brings)

Flocked in masses in mama’s
mail. What they didn’t forgot
not to tell.