We skulk in the eaves of wasteland libraries, while
Our peers parrot off closing arguments to imaginary juries.
We pour our souls into tragic monologues under electric lights, while
Our peers peel apart the layers of epidermal matter from corpses.
We scatter sonatas until rehearsal halls throb bitterly, while
Our peers calculate the gentle curve that will maintain a structure.
We hear, "What are you going to do with that?" while
Our peers hear, "Wow.that's great!"
We will always shepherd the quarters lurking in our couches, while
Our peers will soon compose the top five-percent.
Our "useless" liberal arts degrees let us fully live and love, while
They live fully in the bounty of The American Dream.
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