the first year went quick
quarter of the way there? makes me sick
we’ve learned so much, makes me insane
we’ve turned many pages, can’t fit in my brain.

the pain, the gain, my bane,
and of course, my beloved novacaine!

two months in, the novel charm is severed,
two months in, dreading the day’s endeavors,
two months in, felt like despair forever.

yes, the novacaine is kicking in!
we’ve become numb yet still drink ***,
trying to run from the outcome of the
exam scrum against those having fun with
us underneath their thumb.

that was a mouthful,
but to be fair there’s a path full
of suffering with a bashful
administration who’s cash flow
matters more than the ash flow
from students burning out nice and slow.