We return to the Chronicles of the Dread Fourty-Eighty...

if evil is good that has suffered
well then your good must be staggering
for you to look at me that way
as if I was wrong last night
to want to see you
fourty-eighty and I'm still sitting in school
the sound that escaped her lips
still echoes
in this self-governing silent room
drowning out the drone recitation of due dates
and isolation
well it's already February and like a war hero
40/80 still stands
and you demand a remake of our untouched intellect
lamenting all the work you can't collect
to bring it under the harsh yoke of 40/80-
two days and we're done.
why set us up for failure?