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By gristo
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You’ll make the grade, alright; A
Vaccination. Your mother bought you
The revision guide. Well done. Now just hide
Your mind as you slide towards the exam in June.
It’s easy for you, laugh from the back of the room.
Feed on metaphors that have lain brown around the poem for years
Because the world can be a science and don’t you think you’re worth it? Let’s skate
The surface. Get sick with boredom together. Borderline fear. Enjambment. Personify. Onomatopoeia.
Your prediction says so, so never shake that tree. Eat the sour stuff. Don't think to question me.
Soon you'll stagger off to the right University.
Divide yourself further from the quiet giants you mocked
In the corridor. The herbivores you leapt over in class.
The Benchmarks of failure. Darwin’s lost hopes.
Who got poetry all wrong
Who wouldn't learn how to pass.
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Gristo - I know bugger all
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really like this.. could
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