Came to get a degree
Cope to a certain decree
Burning the midnight oil
Cooking from a worn out coil
Son of the African soil
My nerves I had to boil
Ideas tried but coin
All null and void
Lots of sleep did avoid
Losing time couldn't afford
I've lost my flesh
Hollow feeling like a mellow
From headache to backache
Can't feel where it really aches
Meant for a quarter has taken three more of a quarter
The weather has grown hotter
Still thirsty need water
Hopeful , never a quitter
Someday things will get better
©fredrick o
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