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A Siphon for Information

The rat race, itā€™s called

In college itā€™s a plague

All the rats gnawing at each otherā€™s tails

Trying to reach for the top

They donā€™t sleep, they donā€™t stop

Cause now itā€™s cool to be exhausted

To boast the battle scars on our brains

ā€œHere is where I pulled 3 all nighters for an examā€

ā€œThis mark here is where I failed and then criedā€

ā€œThere is where I went to Starbuckā€™s 10 times in one day and

I still couldnā€™t get that homework doneā€

Why are they proud of this? Iā€™ll never know

What drives the rats to mind pumping drugs

But they donā€™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 youā€™re numbed by the excess of dictations

Youā€™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 wonā€™t pass the test

That youā€™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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