Give it a semester to fester.
While deteriorating delusions,
To have had in the past.
Digesting until relieved.
Left with a lesson learned to have earn,
Something about truth and its reality.
Brought to bring insight and enlightenment,
Shared.
Instead of nonsense to make sense of it.
Not even those who create it will remember.
Give it a semester.
That's all it will take to graduate,
Prepared to move on and away from B.S.
Unless...
The science of business is your 'thing'.
And your business is to be the best.
Then do it not to include delusions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem