A posh and privileged life he saw
Expounding on the points of law
Assuming Duke’s tuition could be met
Alas! The ivied halls he sought
Could not by common folk be bought
Without pre-emptive social safety net
He confidently went online
Low-interest loans flowed there like wine
A boon afloat on public subsidies
With other peoples’ cash he got
A first-class sheepskin, piping hot
And started banking hefty legal fees
A happy man he should have been
Instead he started wailing when
The thoughtless lender mentioned his arrears
‘An outrage, this!’ he told the press
‘The terms I signed will leave me less
Affluent than a portion of my peers!’
‘You see, the mortgage I can get
While burdened by this unjust debt
Does not befit a person of my class
Where colleagues can luxuriate
Behind a stately enclave gate
Suburban doldrums are my sorry pass’
‘Strike down this inequality!
This fiscal criminality!
Restore me to the station that’s my due
In this great land, this sin can’t stand
Expunge this foul three hundred grand!
You know that I would do the same for you’
She craved a calling medical
Well-compensated, vertical
and set her sights on Stanford in the fall
It cost ten-fold state school amounts
Too rich for middle-class accounts!
Wherever would she find the wherewithal?
With but a word to Sallie Mae
Tuition bills just went away
A bounty guaranteed by Uncle Sam
Diploma tightly in her grip
She took a research fellowship
And bought a shiny Lexus for the glam
But if her dreams had all come true
That sweet success was tinged with blue
Each time she got a hated invoice page
‘I’ve worked so hard to reach this crown
And now they want to pull me down
By bleeding me of fair and honest wage!’
‘With every month’s loan payment sent
I must neglect retirement
Delay long-nurtured plans for idleness
The interest I’m depending on
To fund a villa on St. John
Is not accruing with sufficient zest’
‘Those piles of dough I freely took?
Just numbers in a ledger book!
Let dry accountants balance them at will
Call off your bloodhounds, Sallie Mae
And let a grateful nation pay
This fine physician’s fancy college bill’
O pity you, these victims who
Do owe their rosy prospects to
Plain working stiffs who live from check to check
If they cannot have parity
With everyone of like degree
American ideals are naught but dreck
If paying back the dough you owe
Is well and good for Average Joe
Who’ll own the minivan in four more years
The products of diploma mills
Prefer a better class of bills
Can’t you let them off the hook, poor dears?
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