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?

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