Pop Quiz
I walk into a desk-filled room
where all are hunched and hard at work,
and several pause to turn and glare
at me, the late-arriving jerk.
The teacher hands a small blue book,
“So glad that you have found the place!”
It is a Chemistry exam;
the color drains out of my face.
Some forty years now, out of school,
yet still those nightmares make me sweat.
Some people wish their dreams come true;
trust me, that’s one I don’t regret!
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