English Forever
The paper was crisp
Fresh from the print
The coffee was hot
To class I went
I spoke my name
When roll was called
But no one heard
No one at all
I cried at my desk
But to no satisfaction
I would do anything
To get their reaction
With nothing to do
I looked in my paper
Front page it read
Dead English major
So here I sit
For all of time
Forever writing
Line after line
Copyright © Micah Freeman | Year Posted 2010
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