Bored in an exam

A poem

Something I scribbled literally in the middle of a final exam in college, back in 2016.

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Soon as the teacher leaves, students speak, the teacher peeps

Back inside, students hide they eyes, too awkward let's let it slide

You see both parties know of each other's state of mind

Teacher tired of this grind, but it pays, she don’t resign

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If I read her mind, would I find her thoughts neatly aligned?

Likely not, not a robot, they must collide just like mine

As for my thoughts, they drift away and I simply let ‘em glide

It's bad: I'm writing on the wrong paper, the answer sheet's by my side

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But what's a guy to do when his head is empty, take a nap?

I literally know nothing, I’m on that John Snow crap

Should've studied, fault is mine, blame I don't assign

Waste time then, hate yourself now, that's how the cycle's designed