Commencement
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©1993 Chris Abraham
Commencement
I sit, sweaty and parched -- dying in
fact -- waiting for my degree to be
Conferred as crown like the
levy of taxes and the blindfold of
execution. I sit and focus the bottle
I work to kill before it comes to
standing and shooting my way
out of this fabulous crowd.