Piece of the Pie

Reach in the sky
Where is my piece of the pie?
As I search for the blinding gleam
Of the elusive American dream
I am lodged in the depths of poverty
Stagnant progress and barren property
The lies being told leave us in the cold
Shivering violently, seeking a blanket
To warm you up from the bitter cold of reality
Where is my piece of the pie?
Consumed by my avaricious fellow-citizens
Leaving me aching with hunger, starving endlessly
With the millions of others who share my plight
No other viable alternatives in sight
We must portray the Tippin's man
To prevent the hunger of generations
That Old Man Sam forces upon us

Another year commences with fresh looks
The air reeks of another forty weeks
Mounds of paper and freeweights for books
Anxiety walks beside me, pinching at my cheeks
Lost and bewildered in a scholastic maze
Boredom is my friend, and frustration dwells in my face
My view of this place is littered with haze
I have come so far and ready to quit the Amazing Race
But I have persevered to this point, not to quit quickly
So I journey through the maze, a depressing exhibition
Enraged because I carry the hopes of millions with me
Brutally tortured by my repressed intuition
The sunny days of education are now clouded by haze
Down the road, I long to reach, the end of these school daze