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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