University letters are fruitless fetters,
Held tight, polished and venerated.
Hell, it is just a tad overrated.
Tis but futile guile, stacked succinctly in a stinking pile,
Held up as truth for the average imbecile.
It’s prostrated, over rated and out dated,
But still they waited on the promise of gold,
The premise with which to shine they are told.
Corporate go-getters get corporate Uni letters,
and red English setters to settle their nuances.
They never got the answers from their necromancers,
Swayed instead by elite corporate advances.
They churned and burned your hard earned,
To close the envelope of hope,
And so it may be foggy, and hard to see them as they are.
To a degree University letters are mold,
Dank and damp and empty and cold.
Regurgitated company speak under control,
Paid for by corporate pay rolls.
Yes it can be a dangerous thing,
A degree in the hands of those in full swing,
Especially if your hearts in Beijing.
You don’t seem to care where you throw your hat in the ring!
lt is the same old, age old, injurious hold.
Mr Harborside mansion knows only expansion.
His uni letters and fancy pants,
and the silly things he does with his hands,
Makes our blood run cold.
Dialectic disrespectful Uni letters in bold,
They delivered a pool of livers sliced and cold.
Its plain to see this is how they want it,
…..this is how they roll.
Hell these same ones promised you cake,
Said it was for your good sake,
Promised, if you did good you’d get a share of their gold
The better letters as they’re known,
These call you to account coz then you’re owned.
Uni letters make it all possible,
Letters make killing environment doable.
Free Trade deals for the people back home,
And no free pills if you moan and groan.
It’s jobs for the boys and contracts to burn,
Uni letters fettered your ability to discern.
Image : Booloominbah in the snow – Armidale University campus