By Damien Knight

I stare at the paper eager to write

all my notes sitting before me

I put up my dukes ready to fight

but no muscles and a blank memory

I keep reorganizing typing and deleting

Ten pages of research are you serious!

Typing so much my hands sting

all this writing makes me delirious

Will the result be worth it

or ten pages of hot garbage

hey if I can get a degree in bull shit

I guess I’ll give them this verbal carnage

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