Another perfect, perfect score
that others haven't heard before;
and they wonder why I worry.
It's true – I'm in no hurry
to establish myself somewhere,
but I cannot remain here,
and the parents – how they fear
how little I so seem to care.
Every day the point is made:
what a bargain, this learning trade.
The State imbibes its own green
so frat-boys / soro-girls may preen,
showing off the smarts they gained –
proven only by diplomas,
not by Spring Break melanomas
or by record beer cans drained.