Last Day

And now that the last day is over and done
I'd like to loudly proclaim that i've won
But in truth the battle is far from over
The lack of sleep--an arrow in my shoulder

I pore thru that old pile
That old bile
I'm almost senile

Accounting
Econ
Computing
I'm gone
No ConWest
No i need rest

But a last day is good respite,
So i may rest and fight another fight.


Oh God spare me from making such lame, lousy attempts at poetry.