My Tested Fate Poem by Jona'e Levett

blank by blank i count my fate.
small bubbles peirce my soul.
this rapture of essay questions,
repremand my whole.
empty 2-D questions gaze contently through
overwhelming honesty and underestimated trivia,
may casue me to fall through.
of course my future leans on several pre-determined truths
a game show for the graduated. door one. door three. door two.
we rest ourheads on stricken knoledge one day we make the blanks no longer grasp or useless straws or search through hay for needle