I've died and been born again
In college
Through rage and boredom
And the hunger for knowledge.
I want to rise and topple the table
Sending my perfect styrofoam cup into oblivion
And flee this room, despite its
Bright light and involved instructor
Running with a primal gallop.
But I won't
Because I need an 'A' on paper
And the table is bolted to the floor.
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