The Ballad of the Eight-Hour Exam

"My Eight Hour Exam"

Wait in line, early morning
Proctors ask, for my ID
Check me off, I get the paper
This will be, the last you see, all day of me

Probably should, have done the reading
Probably should, have virus-checked
Probably should, have slept last evening
I expect, I will be wrecked, when they collect

My eight hour exam
Eight hour exam
My hand aches
I've made mistakes
No bathroom breaks
Whatever it takes
I'm going through an eight hour exam

Open book, but it don't matter
I would look, but what's the use
Fifteen thousand, words await me
No excuse, my brain is loose, I'm out of juice

Can't recall, the proper statute
Have no clue 'bout, precedent
I re-read, and don't remember
What I meant, where my words went, I am spent

My eight hour exam
Eight hour exam
Look at me
I'll get a C
And no degree
I have to pee
I'm going through an eight hour exam

Hour one, I pull my hair
Hour two, I cry
Hour three, I pace the floor
Hour four, I stab myself in the eye
Hour five, I'm still alive
Hour six, I'm not
Hour seven, cuts for word count
Hour eight, I can't be late, the Registrar won't wait.

My eight hour exam
Eight hour exam
I hope and pray
I'll get an A
But there's no way
Where went the day
I'm going through an eight hour exam