To The Fourth Year Class Preparing For The Major Exams
we are all dead
tired and we are trying to
cope up with each
page and fine prints
of political law
so taxing to the eyes
and so damaging
to our brains,
my dear
class, let us take a
break, we go to
the pizza parlor
order some mugs
of beer and choose
those giant Domino pizzas
with mushrooms,
large tomatoes,
and lots of
shredded mozarella cheese
good luck this sunday.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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