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In this tired room sat an empty man
Bloodshot eyes and broken hands
His mind’s burnt out, his butt is sore
Oh my God, I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!
He then looks up, takes a glance
More tired souls in a melancholy trance
The doors are shut; there’s no escape
Why did we choose this awful fate?
Holy crap I have to pee…
Why did I have those Lipton Teas?
As I sit here, mastering my bladder,
I’m going insane; as mad as a hatter
When does it end; when does it stop?
I see 15 minutes frozen on the clock
The most grueling challenge I’ve yet to face
When will I get out of this infernal place?
- by Slinkenhofer |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/13/2010 |
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- Title: AP Exams
- Artist: Slinkenhofer
- Description: So anyone whos taken an Advanced Placement class and taken the resulting end of year test knows what I'm talking about. It's three and a half hours of bordom, exam proctors with annoying voices announcing the time every five minutes, and staring at the same piece of paper so long the image is burned into your eyes. Oh, and you end up with a sore butt.
- Date: 05/13/2010
- Tags: exams
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- Angel demonata - 05/31/2010
- Hilarious... I mean, that's really good LMAO!!!
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