musings of that bum

blank. just like my test paper
my brain, it starts to whither
waste some ink, ye old slacker
(aa interupts)

come up with something proper

enumerate, identify, fill in that blank
dig up that good ole magic word bank
see now why it ain't what you call junk?
oh watch now how you painfully flunk.

the reading was harsh, you say
just sleep now and later pray
you were already going that way
you knew there was a price to pay

back to the blanks, how many items?
less than, i assume, last night's REMs
why didn't i just pay attention, damn

i feel dumb, i'm just like all of them.

cellmol exam.

screw you, inconsiderate prof.