Memoirs of a College Student

Mind melting words
Swirl afore me
From the texts written without haste
Not productions of beauty
Woe, such a waste of literary scholar
The wee hours of dawn greet me
Caffeine pulses through my veins
Making such surreal movements of the shadows
Become my reality
As the rest of my household snores on
I read scripts demanding me to boil babies
And gnaw them to the bone
Though a genius and
A modest proposal
The smell of charcoaling flesh
Does not entice me so
What do I really know?
Politics, Irishmen, and poverty...
Let it all be known!
...To someone else
Because I am due another cup of coffee
So that I can program something to say hello
While I add to my philosophy of how the education system
Should go...
I forgot what I was supposed to be thinking
Lost in this maze of such things that go
Swirling
I think I need another cup of joe
I mustn't forget my nightcream
As I have to look unwrinkled
When that paper starts to crinkle
Loads and loads
I pay for these sleepless nights
Just for the hope of making that extra figure
To draw more shadows in my everlasting night



Note:
I made some references towards Johnathan Swift's A Modest Proposal from 1729 because I was in the middle of writing a paper about it...