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Poet / Writer / Spoken Word Artist

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#2
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#2

Some of you may remember
And not being so recently removed, I certainly do-
That bastard child of the College Board
My good friend the Standardized Aptitude Test;

SAT

Clench the #2 like it might make you #1
Clench the #2 like it might make you #1
Clench that #2 like it might make you #497,213?

What?

Eke out verification through the expenditure of graphite and lead
Standardize your humanity
And assign a numerical value to your future
Grind yourself out to the machine
And spend your savings 'til you're empty
Explain to me the purpose of standardized testing
And I'll tell you that my well has already run dry
That the number 2400 has no bearing on my talent
Or who I am

Clench the #2 like it might make you #1

Exist as the cog
And for your safety, wrap yourself in their lies
Find solace in the unity of legion
Because the monopoly of college admissions wouldn't have it any other way

Clench the #2 like colleges might like you
Sell your soul to industry
Take a penny for a thought literally
And after breaking your piggy bank
Realize that $100 won't even buy a college textbook
If you would just listen you might be the proud owner of free knowledge

Clench the #2 like it is all you've got
Clench the #2 like your life depends on it
Clench the...
Push it, work it, use it
Twist it, fill it, guess it,
Stop erase it
SATlogic
SATlogic

Take stock of what you have and sell it
Anything better than losing it

Fold those paper origami dreams
Covered in number two lead
Sent through the scantron to
Iron out your crease
Resistance is futile
You've already given up your free will

Sold from day one
For more than the dime piece you're macking on
Thought you'd buy back your individuality
With a taste of materialism

Clench the #2 like it might make you #1

Successfully fed the desperate heathen within
So squeeze that #2 pencil harder,
Till the carbon footprint you eke out is synonymous with
Birth, school, work, death
Birth, school, work, death
Birth, school, work, death
Birth, school, work, death

Clench the #2 because you're stuck on question 1

Remind me again how the twinkle in your eye
Isn't the makings of some kind of greed
I don't know how you caught it
But you see life in terms of green
The first question you want to ask is what this will get you

You forgot there was more to life than that
Wake up and smell the capitalism
Sold your best years for a shilling
Because you believed their pleas
To build your future on top of half hearted guarantees
That things would work out swell
As soon as you got your degree

Clench the #2 because you won't be #1

You've been duped,
Suckered in from the very beginning
With the promise of naptime and snack
Suckered into dividing your playtime
Into reading time and arithmetic
1st, 2nd 3rd, 4th, 5th,  grades
Until it was already too late

Clench the #2 bec...
Clench the #2 beca...
Clench the #2 because you thought it would make you #1

But instead there came a day when you saw it all
And you wanted to scream
It came too late
Because you had been distracted
By girls, dreams of money and fame
Beat down by 2am, the new nap time

Raise your hand to ask the proctor a question

"Ooh! Ooh!"

I'm sorry, please ask College Board after the test

© 2008 Eugene Aarons-Cooke