Scantron

Filling the hole,
Clock ticks by.
No more time,
The one in the corner starts to cry.
Sword in hand,
Shield to erase fears.
Parchment wetted,
A lonely warrior in tears.
Don’t be afraid,
There are no flies.
In this vegetable soup,
Oilers pump and throw their pies.
Only the hole,
To fill as you will.
Swallow it all,
A shiny lead pill.
Sounds so easy,
Just pick and choose.
It’s only your future,
You have to lose.
So read the pages,
And be confident through your voice.
Because not all of life’s tests,
Are multiple choice.