Stood For Presentations

There I was, drapes worn in ceremonial attire 
Today my brain is tired, my legs are too, 
Stood for presentations, my sweat glands empty 


Stress pours out of glands, to replace sweat
Like the fountain flow, Victoria falls  
Tic toc, tic toc, in a dual rush


Tic toc, tic toc, identical of time before go
While time shows its face, in numbers volley
Counting getting closer to my call on dot 


Dead line set on multiple stages
Like targets practice lined up to be shot 
One at a time, before the other, after another 


And I tell myself, sat at 3am
Elevating my metal know how
This is the last one


Masters is all I need
This really is the last one
I am too old for this school in academia