Summer A

[Adolescent09]

The College Paper
Adol09

At 9 o’ clock I had coned nails,
At 3 o’ clock I had round stubs,
Angst was prosecuted in my neural box
As Light told Night to look after me,

At 9 o’ clock my lids begged Mercy
At 3 o’ clock she still declined
Apathy was called to stand beside
Anger as Mercy read the verdict:

All the pupils think your paper is good
And so do I:

“A” is the mark you’ll get, Mark.

Awesome! Wait. What mark do I get in life?