Rat Race

Welcome to the race,
as inevitable as it seems.
Dissolve all you know,
and watch your past gleam.

Eighteen is your ripe age,
with your "glory" years ahead.
The prospect of success
will make you feel far from dead.

First things first!
We will make you get a degree.
The carrot in your face,
be sure to get at least a three.

You'll have to start now.
You can not wait.
Time is of the essence.
You can't escape fate.

You don't know what to study?
Or quite what to do?
No worries my sweet child,
We'll  choose what's best for you.

You'll graduate in four years.
Any addition would be too much.
Your major and minor?
All trivial stuffs.

Again I congratulate.
Welcome to the Race.
The loans you are left with...
you are not a special case.

You need that paper
worth one hundred grand.
Don't fret young rat,
do not drop it from your hand.

The hours you spent
where you studied and sat:
you will be blessed with the dream,
asking, "would you like fries with that?"

We want fresh graduates
with five years experience.
You scoff with entitlement,
but we are serious.

Potential? What's that?
You'll have to jump the fence.
I'm sorry you weren't qualified.
You lacked the experience.

Let's revisit that loan,
for a second and see,
chained until you are fifty,
you will never be free.

Burn up the dream
of owning a home.
You will never afford that.
You have your life loan.

Welcome to the Race.
It goes until the end.
It's everyone for themselves,
it'd be best if you can blend.