Himself to continue with
The pace to pass the
Standardized tests that
Make him seemingly great.
He sits with fist upon his temple
Zoning completely out
Avoiding the inevitable
He's not allowed to shout
There are other students present
Not dealing with this threat
If he doesn't do something quick
He's going to get wrecked.
Staring at me and away
I can do nothing to help his plight
He doesn't know the cost of a dime
And for this he does afright.
I feel for him - I couldn't do it
All over again myself - but if you
Need to measure up then use
The ruler issued - even if it's just
Paper it will do the job just fine
And then when he is a doctor
His scalpel will carve out the time
He lost in these cold plastic seats
Determining the cost of all the
Information he didn't use in filling in
Little bubbles using a #2 standard
Issued pencil.
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