Late night hours, paperwork spread on the bed
all this work for a future she dreads

The hands spin fowards, a black and blue picture
all this pressure like an annoyance filled blister

Like my own, she wants reward with no work
ready to spring, but hold back and lurk

This is a short tale, full of too many words
all here to distract you like a drunken zebra herd

All she wants is security and comfort
nothing matters but her kindfolk's support

All she needs is fifteen seconds of embarassing bravery
but with these scholarly shackles is feels like slavery.