The sun falls back into hibernation
And the blue skies fade to gray
Winter is just around the corner
As midterms take way
It’s no coincidence that Halloween celebrates death
As spirits escape from our weary chests
The smell of fried brains fills Hillman Library
All in an attempt to survive those midterm tests
And in the dead of night
Sleep-deprived zombies trek through South Oakland streets
Mumbling exam terms and phrases
Which is all they remember how to speak
Halloween isn’t the true source
Of screams during this treacherous exam week
It’s the possibility of failing a course
That really makes us all shriek
When you’re young you fear ghosts and goblins
With the naive mind that it can’t get much worse
Back then you had no idea
That midterms are the spookiest Halloween curse
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