1. FINAL WAVE
This time of the year again
The busiest, the most stressful
With all the papers to be done
We call this, the final wave
Mornings ‘til afternoons
They’ll come rushing through
Zombies on the hallways,
The usual view
Sleepless, eatless, restless too
But no one would mind
Because it’s the last chance to
Feed the monsters
Protect your brains
At least to get through
This semester will be done
In a day or two