by showing distain?
My brain’s feeling mashed up.
I might just lose it;
tormented I’m reeling
from frontal lobe pain!
VIVA’s out of my reach
When you’ve had an idea
Yet that idea it still defies speech
I sit by the hour
Tearing my hair
Tense and confused, frequently screaming
A song of despair
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-
Trying to write is like trying
To fight Je Suis Charlie, and more
If I had funding…
savy,
fanatical,
charming,
attentive,
gifted,
as bright as the person
could wish for.
They have jobs and there aren’t
aren’t any jobs, as you’re
nearing the ending
you’re deadline approaching
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-
[please note that this is a satire of the PhD experience, based on my own experiences and those of others… not to be taken seriously… hopefully]
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