CollegeA Poem by E.J. Michalec
The reason they call it a degree is because with every one you try to attain you feel your temperature rising
They tell you to sweat the small stuff but god damn how else are you supposed to make the grade? No warm coat needed for winter this year, my dear It’s getting hotter by the second and your loans? They’ve got you bundled up. © 2017 E.J. MichalecFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on December 30, 2017 Last Updated on December 30, 2017 AuthorE.J. MichalecCleveland, OHAboutI'm Em. I'm 21. Poetry for me is a valve to release the multitude of pressures that come my way in life. This profile more or less has every piece I've written since I was as young as 13 and the art o.. more..Writing
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