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Loans are not financial aid.
Loans don’t aid me. They imprison my dreams
Keep them locked up wasting away behind
Iron bars green like the money
I have to make to pay them off.
Giving up passion for practicality,
Cuz really, what can I do with a degree in history,
But teach? Philosophy, but teach?
And who gets a degree in English these days?
Thoughts of writing the next great novel
Shelved, forced to cede the spotlight
To contemplations of accounting.
A noble profession- kind of-
But it’s not exactly what makes me tick.
Bamboozled by assuming our definitions of aid were the same.
Seven thousand dollars too far in to drop out of the game.
Somehow you claim that there’s good debt,
But now I’ve heard the story of precious Fifi
Who viciously attacked a five-year old
Who just wanted to pet her, cuz she hadn’t been fed in a while.
Aid implies help, assistance
Without indebtedness, making it easier
To squeeze through the lean times.
But if the only place I need help squeezing into
Is this overpriced education,
Maybe it’s time to consider slashing prices
Instead of increasing incentives.
I mean if I wanted $28,000 of debt,
I’d go buy a new car. Why don’t I do this?
Because, unlike you, I believe that people
My age should only carry debt that is divisible by zero.
To prevent this sort of thing from
Happening again I propose that we rename financial aid.
Call it a gift, if you don’t want it back.
Otherwise just call it a loan.
