February 2025
This is a poem for our dear selectors
The unknown psuedonym of future state senators
Those who tout a grand welcome to all
but will never admit to the fall
when musical acts are deemed
incorrect failing to fit the standards
intact, which nobody knows, but
your grinning self
you made up your mind to not
even a mouse
Those who hear all the cheers
and still make decisions behind walls
An artist on stage where the whole
theater is seated to make it
easier to run the numbers
Those who tremble in fear
when the gavel hits the gong
Judgement, judgement!
Run faster, outrun
your peers - how many bodies
can you add to your resume?
1000 corpses starting with
yourself is still not enough to
satisfy - nothing in this world
will give you what your MBA promised.