COLLEGE AS A VICIOUS CYCLE
Two to bed, alarm at six, up at eight,
great: late for another class again. Add
papers, Macbeth, pile more onto the growing
list: mine. Just noticed I’m stuck here
as prisoner, chained by flash drive, mind:
not working. Do so, professor, it helps me learn.
Classes these days, like I’m drowning in papers
and haven’t focused myself to finish,
then do, then forget everything but some notes
until finals return, then my stresses
repeat and I’m just one more student, consider those
held to this cycle by loans: stuck, debt
in freedom just begun. Move out: sure.
Sounds like eviction. Buy a place: get a job
and lose it fast: another semester: run.