As pants Ann Hart for extra green
Beyond her package here
So longs her soul for U DeVry
And its free bucks so dear.
For Thee, DeVry, her living God,
Her thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh when shall she behold her check
Thou Majesty Divine?
Why restless, why cast down, Ms Hart?
O let your critics rant;
For thou shalt sing the praise of Them
The bills for which you pant.
Capella, Phoenix, and DeVry
The Gods whom you adore,
Be glory as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.
March 11th, 2016 at 9:41AM
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/03/12/us/politics/donald-trump-trump-university.html
March 12th, 2016 at 9:17AM
http://www.philpercs.com/2016/03/adjunctification-and-surplus-psychic-labour.html