Exams (2002)

Oh my poor poor brain.
It's sanity I feign.
Bryophytes, oscillations,
Probabilities, integrations,
Assault its tender tissues.
And its already got issues.

All it wants is rest,
Not some super hard test.
Dreams of warm, beautiful days,
Cuppy cakes, lounging on a chaise.
Tis not good, for my frazzled brain,
Who knows how much left will remain.