same places

they sung my praises at the chapel

waited 'til i was the final person

gave me my certificate

fed us lunch and

sent us away

apparently to stay 

i counted down the days to this transition

now i need to get inside

another man's door

a perfect score on my evaluation

does not mean much

on the other side of the window

a hacksaw with its teeth up

rests insides my veins

i've seen my share of boys given blank diplomas 

they missed pages

didn't do the work

so why is it that

the failure and the valedictorian are both in the same place

transition is a b***h