4 hours later,
Hand cramped up with a pounding heartbeat in my thick skull,
Every assignment was tiring, grinding teeth, info was an earful,
Wrote my name front and back, just to be careful,
With an unorganized teacher, justified being fearful,
Before leaving this place of misery,
That one lady is sitting at the front desk,
Smiles at me, saying goodbye I guess,
“Don checked out a book today, how does it feel to be loser?
“Ayo why you gotta be so loud for? I got one, you got four,”
As we joke outside the library door,
“I guess we will be back to drop off our books in a few weeks?
I guess so.