It was the best night of my life...
after having come back from playing my fife,
I was just working on my ligerature
When I saw a distant figure.

It approached me with a cold surrounding air,
Beckoning me to join in its heir.
I looked for its face,
And saw the blessing of Charles Mingus's grace.

He slowly walked up and whispered ever so quite,
"Have you ever made a sacrifice for the Mingus ever so pliant?"
I replied back:
"I have not, I apologize for the lack."

but unfortunately, it was not enough,
So he grabbed me by the collar, ever so ruff,
And told me tentatively,
"I am the only God, I deserve only your worship attentively."

So I bowed down to my controller,
My holy Excalibur,
The one who put me to sleep,
The one who has come to reap.

Time passes by,
But all ideas proceed to die.
It is impossible to think,
For it feels like your brain has a leak.

But I have a test!
I can't afford to do anything but the best!
No matter how much I try,
All I can do wait for an unlikely idea as I lie.

All of your attempts out of desperation,
Are met with no less than desecration.
And the longer you wait,
The more the oncoming test begins weigh.

There is always a solution though,
Wich you failed to know!
So you sit down at your chair,
And you begin to feel like you having more of a bearing.

You think of how you could change your thought process,
Using skills you most definetly have learned in class processes.
Then you realized,
You surely must not think standardized!