at this time I will compose a poem about these massacres of our time.
Midterms
The swamped hope flattered all the tired faces in the place
and the clock slowly passed a face
test after test passed by without a beat.
test, study, test, eat
leaving slim to none any chance at sleep.
Leftover memories crowd the hall,
being put out by assorted cramming
the students do not have a chance to stand tall
instead they cramp at puny desks, knowledge spamming
All this for a tiny little 240 dots per inch letter
that might get them into college, or not.
"why is life determined by pointless things?"
The midterm monster sings.
