UNIVERSITY
	Gathered in a cell, we all look bemused, The warden waffles on, and we're meant to conform. This is only the first, Theres many waves following, A three-year sentence, For the crime of achieving. It doesn't seem fair, That we must suffer, Our own success demands, We endure the following fate. The waves keep coming, The battle continues, To keep on top, The endless struggle. To do to much, Cannot be done, But to do it all, Is not enough. So we must fight, To win this game, But when we have, Real life truly begins. What does it prove, This ticket we earn, The meagre dull fact, That we can survive. QuiX - March '97