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Away in Chicago the poor Michael sleeps;
He has been up all night drawing castles and keeps.
His critique was this evening and now he is done,
At least for the semester, so now he can have fun.

For years has he been there, learning how to draw.
He thought he knew how but his teachers said "HA!"
"We'll show the right way to depict circles and squares,
But true talent, you know, is mighty rare!"

"I'll show them!" said Michael, but he didn't comprehend
The numbers of bricks he would draw by the end.
A perspective he submitted with every brick drawn;
His eyes had exploded and his complexion was wan.

And so it has gone these four and a half years;
His eyes are demolished but he can still hear.
Though he may not want to, for when he begins
To look for a job they'll say "Sorry, later you might try again."

So take pity on the poor child and give him a job
Before he gives up and breaks down in sobs.
Architecture would be nice, computers would work too;
Find him employment and forever will he love you!