Finals are upon us friends,
"once more unto the breach,"
To **** the knowledge from turn worn pages
Like-a suckling student leech.

You fill your head with "useful" knowledge
To weather days at a dank dark college
Truly burdened and completely tired
Up all night and really wired.

Dragging bodies 'cross storied floors
Up steep a** mountains, through rugged doors
All in effort that in future time
You'll be able to make a living dime.