Ode to Failure

The light of dawn shall never break
Upon the math test I’ve yet to take.
Failure calls upon the hour
And puts me in a mood quite sour.
For I’ll be plagued by many E’s
And grow up to work at Mickey D’s,
Or better yet on Baltimore Street,
Where some fine gentleman I shall meet;
I’ll have his babies, he’ll have his ladies,
While I drive around in his Mercedes.
Draped in silk, I’ll lounge by the pool,
Make love to the Latino pool-boy, Juan Santos Raul.
Then we’ll divorce while I drink cranberry mors,
Watching Juan Santos mop up the floors.
Then it’s off to Switzerland with my medieval castle;
Living secluded will be no hassle.
There’ll be limitless options to what I can do
Until the world comes to an end in 2032.
And then I will have died alone,
Unfulfilled and never grown.
Incomplete and unhappy my life will be,
All because of the math test on which I got an E.

June 1, 2005