Notebooks thunder shut
Backpacks shuffle and hide
The professor arrives
Behind him, the door tolls for me
Graduation's pall-bearer approaches
Carefree days slosh about I nmy memory
j.cuervo pours another round of shots
while procrastination laughs out loud
a fat man screams failure in my head
and a little boy steals my dreams
the test page blank before me
blame points with her finger,
and I'm pointing at my reflection.
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