Extrinsic Motivation

I walk down the hallways in
the place that my friends
affectionately refer to as
Jewish Private High School.
But I call it the palace on
Mulholland.

It's the only place when I
see tear drop stains on the
page that reads "A f*cking
minus".

If Jesus were here, he would
have to double take at the
sea of green that flows down
the 405 every day, and stops
right at the gates of the palace.

But I sink underneath the sea,
and it's calm, but foggy, under
the mess of the "Kardashians".

And so what if I don't know if I
want a JD, MD, DO, DDS, BA,
MA, MS. All I know is that I'm
swimming in green bull s***.