Life is Success School here—we all get graded.
You get a high mark—watch those doors unlock;You get a low mark, and you wind up jaded,
Watching the limos drive by while you walk.
The rich are always getting extra credit;
The poor eat brown bag lunch (PB&J).
If it has looks, the powerful will bed it;
The weak will haunt bars, looking for a lay.
You either get promoted or kept back;
You either get the handshake or the lash.
Success means you’re the home team’s quarterback;
Detention means you live here with no cash.
We get to drain the dregs or skim the cream,
And either live—or only dream—the dream.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells