Bloodily Test

Time!
I don’t have it!
I’m going to fail!
Math!
French!
Global!
Fuck!
I’m doom.
Why did I have,
To go to that,
Party.
Stupid Frank.
And that Cece!
I should have,
Said no.
Not with this,
Slow up to take,
Brain.
I got plaster.
Mom freak,
When I came,
Home.
Got belt by,
Dad.
God damn-it!
I should have,
Study!
Oh-no,
The teacher,
Is coming.
Remain calm.
Be calm.
The steps are,
Getting louder.
I think,
I’m having a,
Heart attack!
No don’t call,
My name.
I did most of,
My work.
Put the ruler,
Down.
Ow!
My hands,
Are hurting!
I can feel,
The blood.
I should have,
Study.
The test will,
Come after,
This.
My blood,
Will stain the,
Test.
I don’t have a,
Pen or,
Pencil.
Blood is all I,
Got.
A week will fly,
By and the test,
Will come back.
I pass.
What the fuck.
Is the teacher,
On drugs or,
Something.
Though I’m going,
To say anything.
But I think,
I’ll go to the next,
Party and get,
Laid this time.
Yeah,
That would,
Awesome.