This Place

This place,
Where a lady searches for a job,
Gets a b. job.
This place,
Of degrading grades,
And graduating grouse.

I will never speak evil of my country
I will never point fingers.

This place of flying filth
This place of promise like a leaking pail.
There is rhythm in the weeping bunch
Wrapped in 50 years of laughing stock.
This fine place
Indeed, this fine place.