This is probably a poem that will never see a more finished version as it's a bit (read: very) melodramatic, tongue in cheek, cliche with a hint of truth type of thing. Inspired by my coffee cup and a day of GRE studying. Just for fun, no real skill in it (though I do like the end=P). I put this out there for giggles, please dont judge me as a poet based on it, lol.
I can see my advisor crossing out line after line but what the hell, it was fun to write. Dedicated to all the college seniors out there, haha.
Our blood is turning to coffee
As we all suck it down by the pot.
But it seems these days even the caffeine
Saps my energy, this dark liquid
Becoming the epitome of wishful thinking.
This year is my anemia, leaving me
Lethargic and wistful, for the days before
These standardized tests took my name,
Tattooed a number on my skin
To submit humbly to the overlords,
Who decide what seems like life and death.
Wisdom has been supplanted,
For 12 point font, one page only,
Resumes are the new IQ
As we fight for what crumbs
Are left to offer, the warehouse is empty,
This is no golden age. Nervousness
Has given way to paranoia,
A save yourself mentality,
Clothed in a business suit and heels.
I’ve got debt, bills to pay,
Socrates, what use are you-
If you can’t keep me employed?
We’re working towards exhaustion
Hollow, ringed eyes, bloodshot,
Coffee breath, panic attack prone,
Here’s to a promising future-
We are the face of tomorrow.
Just gave a dramatic reading to the roommates and pondered sending a copy off to career services who seem to induce panic attacks daily!
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