Can You Feel the Pressure Now?
Pencil tap tap tap on the old wooden desk
tick tock tick tock goes the battered clock,
fidgeting of bottoms on chairs
and shuffling of feet,
scribbling ferioucly of a pen over paper,
as the smart people work as hard as they can,
while the people who think they are cool
lounge in their chairs humming to themselves
with words of disgrace scribbled over their page.
Tired eyes and drooping lids
clear to everyone who felt the rush,
determind students with ambitions and dreams
says to everyone who will succeed.
Tick tick tick goes the battered clock
pencil tap tap tap on the old wooden desk
time is running out.
Tell me,
can you feel the pressure now?
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