You’re accepting idiots that play Xbox and Wii right as they get home-and they’re straight out of 8th grade!

Let them into your high school, you’re letting the wrong people in

You wait-list me?  Well, let me tell you sir, my future is certainly not going for the bin

Look for the positive and not the you-know-what

Because I have few things to say.

One of my friends, a girl I respect

Sure, I question my anger; I too have introspect

But she had nothing; no public service, questionable grades, and frankly was a nobody

One of those applicants, like me, you seem to disregard

But for some reason, when you looked at her application, you looked hard

And didn’t wait-list her, just let her in

Congratulations, ____, we are pleased to announce your acceptance

Is the letter she got and hardly cracked a smile

While as soon as I heard it, I was on the point of bile

Nothing but an Average Joe, nothing but a needle in a haystack

Impossible to find, but apparently gold when you read hers

But here, stellar grades, public service, honorable recommendations

Plus entrepreneurship: the starting of a magazine, soon-to-be published, naturally a few writing contests and quite a few blogs

Oh, to hell with him; throw him in with the dogs!

Am I really the one to avoid?  To push away, to not see?

I think it comes down to personal judgment, and relation

But how can we do this all over- as a bloody nation?

No matter how many damn applications you go through

Admittedly, you accept the wrong ones

But my brother, he’s in the Ivy Leagues; he’s seen the good and watched the bad be accepted

So maybe this, crusher-of-dreams and gate-stopper

Try opening it up

Review those you cannot see, and those you can

Because with over 100 reviews and fans

We WILL stand over you eventually, oh I do know it

One small step after another; a drop in the bucket may be just a little bit

But it adds up, my friend

Till you wish you hadn’t wait-listed the man around the bend

I am angry, I admit it, as I write this piece

85th percentile in Verbal and Comprehension- course, that’s nothing

When you score a nose-wrinkling score in Mathematic Reasoning and Quantitative Skill

It is something I disregard, everyone has an Achilles’ heel

Only problem is that you shoot the arrow and eat it like a Big Mac meal

You weigh it; you weigh it over the positive

While apparently the Average Joe here slips through playing Xbox and picking his nose

But ‘whatever,’ I say, because I’ll come through, SAT score good ‘n’ all

I may have scored poorly on the ISEE but to hell with you for letting that make me fall

I will cross the that line, make that jump, pay those bills, start my business

So honestly?  1/10, 10%, 10:100 or .1

Is nothing but a shitload of your personal fun

You can hang that over my head as much as you wish

But there will be a day…

A day where you’ll be the one upset about the wait-list-maybe you’ll be asking to get in on my gig, or asking me for a donation, or maybe something other

I’ll walk up to you and say…

“I’ll think about it.” 

10% will never conquer the 90, my friend…10% will never conquer the 90.