When forty exams shall besiege me now,
And dig deep trenches in my youth’s field,
My mind’s proud addiction will harken now,
Coffee will save my grades, my mind will yield!
Then being asked questions I know not,
My mind shall know all this treasure and more,
And I may yet pass and show how I’ve fought
Through the haze of papers and the coffee-gore.
I’ll earn a place at a university
If I should open my results- four A’s!
This would be a nice change from the gritty
And yes, caffeine-induced studious craze
But alas, it’s three D’s and a U. Fuck.
Guess for life I’d rather clean out horse muck.