The Swarthy BardMath, physics, English, and so on—
alas, are tiresome!
All the professors here go on
with a prime axiom.
A stuffy, college campus where
knowledge and books abound,
freshmen and co-eds are clueless
and confused all around.
Mid-terms and finals I do dread
as each semester ends;
the pressure's on me to study
as the semester wends.
School's oppressive this semester,
I'll see my old provost
and leave 'ere I rot and fester
to take up a new post.
William & Mary's M.B.A.'s
are just worthless BS;
degrees from the home of “The Tribe”
are crap that obsolesce.
I'll do rhymes as “The Swarthy Bard”
as poems are my forté—
not tomes or stuffy scholastics;
ballads are my métier!
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2018-06-02 at 09:06
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