Ah
A joke
This poem surely is.

Ah,
How comedic-
Tomorrow I have a quiz

And I'm not too stressed.
I don't know if I should be.
I really could care less-
It's probably something wrong with me.

I have two quizzes tomorrow,
Actually-
Yet they give me no sorrow,
Surprisingly.
I haven't felt this way before
Usually I'm all tense
Bundled up with jittering nerves
And missing intuitive common sense.

I have an art quiz at eight.
I'm a little bored and tired
And I feel like I can wait-
Honestly. If I had a job, I'd be fired.
Or something along those lines,
Maybe suspended or expelled,
With endless conduct fines
To no rules I had rebelled.
I was just vibin,
Man.
Breathin and livin
Nothing to ban.

Doesn't explain why I feel guilty
For, ironically, not feeling.
Or why I worry about what will be
While staring unproductively at the ceiling.

I have a quiz tommorow.
I have two.
I will have three
And four at some point
But for now I write
And then I will sleep.