I was wondering when someone would start writing poetry!
May I try?
Again I see this month of woe go by:
while I check my online account in vain
and sigh. Sun, darest thou shine? O Rain!
This State, this waiting game, this endless lie
I daily live. Purdue, to you I’d fly,
for I cannot stop this rejection pain;
too long endured, too long, too long I’ve lain
amid these ruins, cast away. My
future unknown, my breaths stag’ring, so sick:
Purdue, you frighten me! I am undone
and still you withhold this e-mail; be quick
to accept me, and fund me too! There’s one
day left—I am fill’d with proverbial fire:
Rhet/Comp at Purdue is my greatest desire.