Lather, Rinse, Repeat
Rise Rise Rise
Groggy, sleep-filled eyes
blurred vision
and an uncontrollable desire to slink back under the covers
Zombies fill the hallways,
searching for sustenance,
for something to fill their gut for now.
They'll never be content,
this place cannot provide academic, social, or physical comfort,
despite what the brochures say.
Input > result, always.
The harder you work, the less praise you receive.
Effort Effort Effort
work 'til your brain bleeds,
think 'til you're brain dead.
Rest Rest Rest
face down in cotton
exhaustion engulfs you like a tidal wave.
After what seems like two minutes,
again your schedule tells you,
Rise Rise Rise
Lather rinse repeat,
this effort is pointless.
Our lives are recycled,
and after 8-10 hours we wake up and do the very same
shit we hated about the day prior.
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