Last Term Of University

Staring at me,

with a black flickered glare

is an essay half done

that I don’t want to finish.

Filled with bullcrap ideas,

half-arse quotations

stagnated thoughts

and mid-sentence endings

I know the lambrini

is not alone in the blame.

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