Into IB
Lay down,
Your sweet and weary head.
Night is falling,
You'll be studying till the end.
Sleep now,
And dream of the grades that came before.
They are falling,
On all tests' and quizzes' scores.
Why do you sleep?
What are these fears upon your face?
Soon you will see,
All of your grades will pass away.
Unsafe in school's halls,
You're always working.
What can you see,
On your report card?
Why do the therapists call?
Across the school,
All grades are falling!
White-coated men will carry you home.
And all will turn,
To failing grades,
Red zeros on papers.
All souls fade...
Hope fades,
Into the world of night.
Through TAKS scores falling,
Out of Cs and Bs and As.
Don't say,
We have come now to the end.
Therapists are calling,
You and they will meet again.
And you'll be here in Clark High,
Just working.
What can you see,
On your report card?
Why do the therapists call?
Across the school,
All grades are falling!
White-coated men will carry you home.
And all will turn,
To failing grades,
Red zeros on papers.
Grey faces pass
Into IB.
Author's Note: Crazy, no? But so true.
Sleep is for the weak...sleep is for the weak...
