Look in thy mug and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time one exam should form fast repent,
Whose fresh questions shit-storm with each passing crest
But coffee doth beguile the world, bless’d be; heaven-sent.
For where is tea so fair whose sub-caffinated depth
Disdains the brains of poor pupils wracked with sleep-loss?
Or cold-minded drinks teacher is so fond of, lacking depth-
Full of self-propriety:- who could know an exam better
Than some smart smiling someone who isn’t sitting it?
Call me back to the lovely September of our prime;
As through the windows of time AS looks so easy
Despite failing it today, what I know spans through time
That exams are best left alone, and best kept far;
Lest we die alone, unemployed, knowing not who we are.