I've gone through nine different pens
    Feel like I'll be here till dusk
    Scratched my head, clawed my eye lens
    And my skull's become a husk

    With such a crude knowledge base
    Can I even write my name?
    Turns out no working took place
    While I played that zombie game

    I try to pull through this bout
    But my mind, like my bedroom
    Just has stuff I care about
    And this strange old mushroom

    Okay, think clear right now, me
    Be patient, unclench your hands
    Test, if you'll just allow me
    I'll follow your demands

    You don't want money... do you?
    No, if that fails that'll be it
    I'll fall down that abyss, true?
    Maybe I could bridge the pit...

    No, no... back to these relics
    I've gone through this test, all the rest
    And it's -all- hieroglyphics
    Like an Egyptian fest

    Will this test make or break my life?
    Then why does it have to be
    Dealing with memory strife!
    Why is this paper the key-

    I'm being too cynical
    Let's see, answer question three
    I'll run this methodical
    I'll fill this like air does me

    Hey, this word's over there too
    On that one that I had missed
    This one's plural out the blue
    Wow, look at how I play this

    Maybe as I answer these
    I'll recall some old teachings
    Maybe, probably, well... uhhh
    Yet nothing more comes to being

    I'm just a body floating dead
    Already on these waterss
    Maybe if I crane my head
    And peek over some shoulders

    No, if two tests match it's done
    ...How would she ever notice?
    Especially if it's one
    Or two questions- slow cadence...

    Ah these bars, pale, wall bounds
    Looking at them ever slow
    I hark to the class around
    And break the barrier, I trow

    His answers match all mine here!
    Is it an offense without
    Actual offense to bear?
    Wait, I hear... i wish to doubt

    Someone's already finished
    A chair screech and slide in back
    I have too-- not quite polished
    And so begins that stack

    Like dominoes they all stood
    And now they fall, some how synced
    Building up their tests like wood
    Beavers, their conformist peak

    Don't go with the big crowd!
    Just hold off, you know, check first,
    Double check that, what you found
    Maybe it was false at first

    But no, the pile piles up
    I can't see these walls past that
    I'm a lone domino, "sup?"
    And here it comes, to knock me

    Briiiiiiing
    And I shut my eyes to let it ring
    To let it sweep these desks of things
    To let it wash out my mind and soul
    Of stress, of conscientiousness
    But to displace those with nervousness
    Without a sense of complacency
    I stumble through the flowing mass
    And cast my ballot for my grading