Dearest Alma Mater
tradition-drenched halls
ivy-covered walls
dearest alma mater
why'd you flatter
me with this sham degree
I've no skills, no connections
my classmates take their meals
in the house of corrections...
you took my money, awakened false hopes
hooked me on oxycontin, a pill-popping dope
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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