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Senior Nightmare

They've chained me to the speedway,
racing my own heartbeat.

Infinant deadlines impertinantly nagging,
drown out the meeker sopranos of lesiure reads and poetry.

Postponing sleep as long as we dare,
because weeks whizz by on fast-forward tracks.

Just one more
    essay
        scholarship form
            college application
                reccomendation letter
                    standardized asessment test...........
                             
                         

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  • 245Trioxin
    October 2

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    From your poem, it makes me think that outsiders (old geezers, like myself) should make a sport out of it. I'm not into gambling, but it makes sense... you say off to the races, and that's exactly what it is. Who will cross the finish line first? The kid with the 4.0 gpa, or the class valedictorian? Or perhaps it's the kid with a 3.8 gpa, because he's also a member of the chess club and a track star?

    or... maybe it's the girl who travels across the world because her school didn't offer her the culture that another country could.

    Oh, and then we get to choose the school that accepts him / her first.... I should pitch this idea to Vegas, lol.