My mind

mumbles, mutt’ring and moaning

about mult’ple matters; I must

summon up my memory, or bungle my exams

and my moola will be awash, meand’ring toward, almost confirm’d,

Flume of Doom; my meager, small mind

clouds up, impotent to muse

upon my imm’nent demise; it

 came like a mighty tempest,

o’erwhelming me in an academic tsunami; my mission has become scarr’d and marr’d

once my mind mashes itself into a little more than simple and very useless mush.

Egad!

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