Πολιτική Επιστήμη (Greek for "Political Science")

Πολιτική Επιστήμη (Greek for "Political Science)                             September 25, 2010

All of my efforts,

And all of my passions,

The mind weeps;

It grieves and it mourns.

All of my hard work

And all of the grind.

It's all for wrought.

I never got "it."

And I sit at the piano,

Singing of hard times,

When the effort was there,

When I was full of care.

I thought I stood a chance.

I thought I knew how to dance,

Yet, I never took heed

Of the working mortality.

And I took a hard test,

And boy, it was a pest,

I never knew it'd be so hard.

All of this science

That I don't understand,

And all of the hypothetical bullshit, too.

And I sing of a time

When learning made for merry,

When mistakes didn't have to hurt.

I sing of a time

When every nickel and dime

Of my future didn't ride on matriculation.

I must drop you like a bad habit,

Fair Πολιτική Επιστήμη.

You mustn't hurt my record again.

I must drop you like a bowling ball,

Political analysis,

And there will be no more jokes or "thrills" at the end.

All of that learning and all of that studying,

And it turns out, you were all for wrought.

All of that labor and talks of fair Faber,

And all I got was skint' alive.

Well, I've got the oil for your wagon wheel;

I have what it takes to vamoose!

I will grease up this piece of shit junket of mine

And get the heck out of Dodge on this night!