The Test
The problems cannot stare you in the face
Although you may insist it’s you they hate
You say this test they don’t want you to ace
But only self-error you can berate
Perhaps the week before you should have thought
To start to think of ways to beat the test
Perhaps the ways to win you should have sought
A week of pain to get above the rest.
Each answer is a guess but you don’t mind
More hard, harder, hardening, who now cares?
Guess C, I heard it’s usually kind
You circle C like mad, attracting stares
But still the problems stare you in the face
What does it mean to get an inverse ace?