On my own
Pretending Conviser’s beside me
All alone
I read with him til morning
Without him, I keep on bombing essays
And when I lose my way I close my eyes and hope I die soon
MBEs
Aren’t easier when sober
Wrong answers are circled on my paper
Despite practice, essays are full of fake rules
And all I see Conviser forever and forever
And I know it’s only in my mind
That I’m talking to myself and not to him
And although I know I’ll fail the bar
Still I say there’s a way for us
I love him
But when the bar is over
He is gone
The PTs just a PT
Without him, I’m guaranteed to repeat
I’m giving up though everyone keeps telling me “You’ll pass this!”
I love him
But every day I’m learning
In BarBri, I only was half-listening
Without me, graders will go on grading
The world is full billables that I will never know
I love him
I love him
I love him
But only if I pass
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6 comments:
nice you should make a youtube video
Les Miserable--apropos
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!! This is the fucking funniest thing ever. I can't stop laughing. Whatever. Call me a musical theatre geek, I don't care, you're a genius.
I give this a pass.
The scariest thing about your poem is the fact that at last year's Kansas City bar review class, Conviser showed up wearing an outfit that made him look like a sea captain (+ a pink button-up shirt).
Totally Les Mis.
You pegged it to a tee.
Pure genius. Good luck! I took the Bar a whopping six years ago, and the catchphrases from the BarBri profs are *still* the same!
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