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Thugs Go to Stanford. And the construction workers I've seen Are more likely to spend Their downtime playing Video games Then smoking the **** And I've seen my Fair share of manic, Wide-eyed young Filipinos Like myself, A little browner, A little more beautiful, I'm a little more racist But It's not okay. Maybe. Maybe not. I guess what I simply want to say Is there is a simple joy To watching fingers Of all kinds Mold and shape futures, Whether it be in the form Of softened concrete slabs Or the hard writ Of word, Whether it taste Of exhaust smoke And leather Or orange juice The school Is the sky The blue sky and the Fields and university Is a gold-ringed Fist and in this Respect we all have Our PhDs. And as for this sheltered Unsheltered rooftops Holed like ozone World we've all built together Well, We try to find words for it And collapse.
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
On the topic of construction workers
Thugs Go to Stanford. And the construction workers I've seen Are more likely to spend Their downtime playing Video games Then smoking the **** And I've seen my Fair share of manic, Wide-eyed young Filipinos Like myself, A little browner, A little more beautiful, I'm a little more racist But It's not okay. Maybe. Maybe not. I guess what I simply want to say Is there is a simple joy To watching fingers Of all kinds Mold and shape futures, Whether it be in the form Of softened concrete slabs Or the hard writ Of word, Whether it taste Of exhaust smoke And leather Or orange juice The school Is the sky The blue sky and the Fields and university Is a gold-ringed Fist and in this Respect we all have Our PhDs. And as for this sheltered Unsheltered rooftops Holed like ozone World we've all built together Well, We try to find words for it And collapse.
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
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