Students always make me sad.
I know they try hard, but they do.
Panic makes them start to pad,
and make up stuff that isn’t true.
Like dying cells that start to bleb
they give off streams of useless words.
They’ve all gone trawling through the web.
It guides them so they flock like birds.
Should I give up, so I don’t care?
Don’t try to help them, be a dick.
Or if I can’t, then should I dare
to run away and join the Crick.