Times ticking fast
The unease he feels on his rugged old bunch
Staring at the clock a seeming comfort to him
Sweat dripping down his face
His heart racing as he scans through the class
Preparing for a battle of wits and guts I presume
Speculations cleared
He takes the bold step
Clearing his fright of
the harmless beasts
He man’s up and takes a seat by his thought grave
A casual exchange of words
Brightened up he seems
“I’ve got flows he says”
An elevating joke it always was
He seems to grow tired of the jest
He puts them to work
The tension pressing against his chest slowly fading away
A smile pops up
Alas his fear is gone
Or is it?...
Composed By: Okundigie .O.James
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