75%: A Poem

They said seventy-five percent
Per person
Seems like a lot
Or so I thought
Seemed like to much I'd say
I'd try to do it anyway

That's three quarters of silliness
But I'll try my best
That's the part of the Earth made of water
That's the part I'm made of water
But I'll try
Fail, maybe die
But I'll try for sure
Until sleepiness I incur

The point
The rhyme the reason
It just isn't the season
If it's cold and there are no ducks
Then why should any one give a
100 percent
Per person
Per cent


I don't understand corporations
In this nation
What do they want
And why?
You want money?
But don't want to change
Surprise people are more likely to give money
If you're willing to