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A Siphon for Information

The rat race, it’s called

In college it’s a plague

All the rats gnawing at each other’s tails

Trying to reach for the top

They don’t sleep, they don’t stop

Cause now it’s cool to be exhausted

To boast the battle scars on our brains

“Here is where I pulled 3 all nighters for an exam”

“This mark here is where I failed and then cried”

“There is where I went to Starbuck’s 10 times in one day and

I still couldn’t get that homework done”

Why are they proud of this? I’ll never know

What drives the rats to mind pumping drugs

But they don’t make you smarter, they

Just make you dizzy and robotic and dazed

The little pills make you feel less lazy

So instead of going for a walk, or to church, or reading a book

You can sit on your chair and digest information for days

Swallow it whole, all the books, the LSATs

Until you’re numbed by the excess of dictations

You’re more like Google and less like a person

A siphon for information

Awake, above your covers, in a pool of sweat

You have a caffeine-induced nightmare

That you won’t pass the test

That you’ll fall behind all the rest

Cause you must be the best

At any cost, to reach the top

The top of a race that never stops


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