I came, saw and conquered them
Then spit phlegm and came again

I took courses and outsourced them to different workforces
Finals week feels akin to being pulled apart by horses
No remorse for my discourse
I've seen worse

The stress is arresting
The testing is akin to
molesting and messing your
impressionable brain
The psychological pain always ingrained
You'll lose your damn head like Ichabod Crane

Think I passed, anyway.