B.S. Degree

Two thousand nine hundred and twenty days That’s how long it to you to get to that chair That chair in the gym usually commandeered for Basketball Games Or that auditorium mostly occupied for concerts by whichever pop princess comes to town Two thousand nine hundred and twenty days You rose before the sun Wolfed…

Your Calling

It’s the answer to the age-old question, “Why am I here?” In this place, In this century, In this period, At this time. It guides you If you don’t have it your life will be without Without purpose, Without meaning, Void You need it. If you want to admit it or not As the time…