Oh Finals
You sneak upon me
so suspecting every year
yet when you come to be
I am soaked in failure’s fear
Now as I sit down to study
computer before me
books strewn about
All I want to do is Stumble, Tumble and Freak out
But Ms. Mary Jane comes over
and dances near my bed
Saying “Role a spliff. Take a hit. And then commence”
So I write this to calm the eye in the middle of the storm
I smoke my FINAL spliff and then retreat to the studious norms…
