Dear Proctor

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My god
You are so damn
Infuriating

Pale insect eyes
Wide,
Probing,
Confiscating

My god
As if things here
Are not bad enough,

What with the
White screens,
Cheap lights,
Hard chairs
And stuff,

Without all your
Buzzing
And
Prodding
Gone through

Your insect bones,
Oh!
Oh, insufferable you..

There're enough tight circuits
And wiring
Without

Your dumb pointed questions
And gesturing bouts

Some girl has her purse out?
Let.
It.
Be.

A pencil is missing?
Who cares?
Not.
Me.

My god
All these bland little rules
Are so lame

Paranoid.
Wasteful.
A time-wasting game.

My god,
Lady,
Can it!
I've heard it before!

I'm already done
With this hours-long
Bore.

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I really hate standardized, computerized testing.

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