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