by Patrick Doyle
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by Shawn M. Chapla
“They’ve started to catch on,” she tells me,
“that people are just here for the money.”
When I ask her what she means, she says,
this semester, if you get an academic alert, you have to talk
to an advisor before you can collect your refund check.
“So I have to do this stupid homework,” she tells me,
“even though I’m gonna take an AF.”
I imagine how her professor would feel
to see her copy-and-pasting
Google search results into an essay
he will never hand back.
Meanwhile, she’ll still be working two jobs, one at Amato’s
and one serving Sysco chicken and rice to senior citizens.
But now, in her living room, will be a seventy-two inch television
that she was able to purchase with the leftovers from her Pell Grant.
Sentenced For Crimes Against Humanity
By An Anonymously Forewarning Voice
Shackled and lead
To that island of dread
72 inches of channel zero
Grades below average
Treated like savage
I needed the money
Now stuck with these
Penal colony buffoons
On this island of
Misfit miss-educated pell grant grubbing hooligans
A cockroach lives in my cell
Taught it how to be a fraud
It worked for me for so long
But now that time has come’n gone
I lie here suspended
Not so cool as cool hand Luke
For a random number 50
22 less than I
All I have left is a shrine,
the check stub at the center
is mine & my morning routine
keeps my toiletry finances keen.
Again shackled and bound
Sent to maximum no time to relax amongst them
For I am that bum, that silly little bum
That thought it clever to defraud and…
I have sent appeals, East & West,
no replies have been met.
Take it from me, I’m the fool,
Get your check and stay in school.