My eyes are burning with the power of 10,000 suns
While I’m buried 20,000 under the sea that is UT.
My nose, faster than a speeding bullet,
My sneeze, more powerful that a locomotive.
Yet, I feel not like Superman,
But more like Kunta Kinte;
A slave to my studies,
Lost in my fortress of solitude that is Starbucks,
Fortified by Pandora,
Backed by pseudoephedrine.
I must finish before sleep sets in
And two exams come at me like
Kryptonite on the end of a whip
Powered by a sinus infection.