No other time can compare,

To the unfathomable despair,

That is final exams week,

Where pain is at its peak,

On the first day of dread,

Many were speared dead,

And many others turned and ran,

For it was English with Boogeyman,

But it was too late,

Doomed was our fate,

As the class average was only a 50%,

And speeding downwards our grades went,

Oh, the sorrow was too great,

Our hearts beating at a fast rate,

What was to be done,

For nothing was won,

The test was so specific,

But we are not terrific,

To failure we had to acknowledge,

For we could not make it to college,

And onto the streets we had to go,

Alone and homeless, married to Jethro…


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