One beautiful early fall day You will walk across campus On your way To clean your classmates' bathrooms For just above minimum wage. You'll pass the girls on blankets And the boys in shorts tossing a frisbee Back and forth. It won't even occur to you The system and powers in place That even allowed you to do this. But scrub the toilet And be so precise with the glass cleaner That the mirror reflects the brilliance And irreplaceable feeling Of being able to truly know You earned, without question Every wondrous triumph You will achieve.