Billy Collins poem

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My English professor introduced my class to this poem by Billy Collins. Apparently it's a parody of a more well renowned poem entitled Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens.
I've attempted to look up some information on it to no avail. Any thoughts or possible analysis on it? What do you think Collins is specifically attempting to convey?
I'm trying to analyze this and any help would be greatly appreciated

Monday Morning
by Billy Collins

The complacency of this student, late
for the final, who chews her pen for an hour,
who sits in her sunny chair,
with a container of coffee and an orange,
a cockatoo swinging freely in her green mind
as if on some drug dissolved,
mingling to give her a wholly ancient rush.
She dreams a little and she fears the mark
she might well get–a catastrophe–
as a frown darkens the hauteur of her light brow.
The orange peels and her bright senior ring
make her think of some procession of classmates,
walking across the wide campus, without a sound,
stalled for the passing of her sneakered feet
over the lawn, to silent pals and steins,
dorm of nobody who would bother to pull an A or care.