Poem #1: Plan it Purple

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In just a year…or three…or five,

My hands wear Freedom Rings,

A polish and a good clean scrub -

They’ll shine until they sing.

I bought them with a Big Fat Check,

And what my cash did buy!

The Light of edumacation -

I bullshit and I lie.

I used to know geography,

Did math while I was Sauced.

And then I stood before the arch,

Now all I feel is Lost.

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