A relatable, comedic portrait of a massive high school graduation ceremony through the eyes of an exhausted graduate.
Three thousand chairs are crammed across the field, A sea of cheap black gowns and melting ice. We’re sitting trapped without a sunlit shield, While sweat drips down my neck to mock me twice. The principal yells names at breakneck pace, A steady roar from "Aaron" down to "Zane." I’m stuck somewhere around the middle space, My rear is numb, my brain feels like pure pain. By letter M, the afternoon turns harsh, Lost in a sea of gowns forevermore. Are we graduating or trapped in a marsh? The kid beside me starts to nod and snore. Three thousand names read off without a pause— I only stayed because my mom said I had to!
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