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What the **** am I paying for???
There has been one question that has boggled the mind of man since the beginning of time............WHAT THE F*** AM I PAYING FOR.......now let's break this down, I'm giving you 17.5, but since that kinda sounds like selling keys I'll say 47.5 and round that off to about 50 G's, this is per year might I add, no need to mention the fact this is the cost of a benz or an escalade, but I wanna know what escapades are you gonna pull with my money, You say this covers my tuition, but my intuition tells me that knowledge is supposed to be free, learned in a free world, with free capital, with the freedom to move at will and the only price paid is time, so if this is a lie, then I now understand the meaning of freedom, because to think you can acquire something for free you must be dumb, now, I ask you again WHAT THE F*** AM I PAYING FOR.....is it to watch some 1% negro score 25 points per game on a campus that's 90% shamed to see his skin tone, is it to look at pretty buildings, is it to build statues, is it to jump around with candy canes or bark like a dog, or is it so you could treat me like a dog, gimme a place to stay, meals at certain times of the day and on occasion a nice female bitch to stick my dick in and hopefully not reproduce, all while keeping me on a leash cause you say if I don't complete this degree I still owe you that book & room fee, so again I ask WHAT THE F*** AM I PAYING FOR....your inconsistent interaction, cause now if I need to know something you send it through faxes, e-mail or a simple text, for all my money I should be allowed to walk up to your desk at any given time and question what I already know and what you think you do, you may be the professor but I have the PhD in seeing bull****, and ironically I am from East Chicago, yes, another one of those slums where you look at athletically gifted bums and you say, hey, he can play, so lets pay his way to run this rock and we'll rock off his jersey and his name, turn that there into millions and billions, new stadiums, new facilities, four long years we will prosper off his ability and in the end we'll give him a kick in the ass, a name on a plaque and that is that, so again I ask you WHAT THE F*** AM I PAYING FOR, am I really shelling out dead prez for higher learning with the lowest of standards, because since Kindergarten those rat bastards been lying through their teeth with fables of Egypitians were White and Columbus discovered America, well I have one question...HOW THE F*** COULD YOU DISCOVER SOME SH*T ANOTHER PERSON ALREADY LIVE AT...see you may not get that, but I do, see this here system engages one humans mind part time while your hustle is going full time, thats why students leave with minimum wage mindsets and you shelling out CEO checks, that's cool and I can dig, but you can't hustle a hustler, your scheme is like a son f****n his mother, incest, f****n over the same children you care for, and if that's what it takes to earn a piece of paper, then I'd rather it be toilet paper, cause at least I can clearly see shit and not have it disguised by fancy words that still won't guarantee me a career, now I see why Waka Flocka said F*** school and titled an album three F, cause that's what y'all do, Find em, Feed em and F*** em, so again I ask......WHAT..THE FUCK...AM I PAYING YOU FOR....and after careful analysis..............I see I'm paying for nothin
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