Mounted upon my perch I see
Nebraska running far below me
Preached my sermon a thousand days
Stimulated running in countless ways
Words without passion idly lay
This blog afire every day
A twenty five thousand foot view
Do you think I could single out you?
Among all this running and writing
This Nebraska ship I’ve labored toward righting
Elitist! Elitist! I’m hearing the cries
Its true! Its true! I no longer deny
Someone has to don’t you see
That’s why you turn to me
Please don’t take it personally
Is this conceit you might say?
Depends on you and your day
The fastest to start, only the best
Still needing two final tests
How far does your potential reach?
And how do you feel about free speech?
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