Of Exams and Men

There goes the last exam for the academic year ...

Oh these exams they're so boring
All there is to it is some scoring
To be done for god knows what
To this i've never applied any thought

There they come closer and closer
Why we worry, to me its a poser
Two a day and pop they go
And in passing they lay you low

Corridors deserted, no music playing
'Tis time to pull out the books decaying
Trying hard to recall what the prof said
And making sure that everything's read

Of midnight sessions in the mess
Each hoping the crowd'd be a little less
All gathered round the focal point
Just like addicts waiting for their joint

At night no time to sleep
In the mornings like owls they peep
and tumble into the exam hall
And that is where they stall

'Coz the questions have them befuddled
And the path to the answers looks so muddled
Left and right they all look around
To see if someone is gaining ground

The question is who'll be the ace
Among all us little rats in a race
Running around in a golden cage
Just a line on somebody's page