Test Scoring and Reporting

I took a job at the apartments
And I sat down in the hall
The 20-minute breaks were frequent
And the world was turning slowly, if at all
I heard about the fortune-teller
Who foretold of a rare disease
I cursed her powers of suggestion
What a rotten thing to make someone believe
I heard about the suicidal nephew
Whose increase in the dose
Of his popular antidepressant
Left him even more than a little more morose
And there among the graders
Was a woman in high-top shoes
She stood apart from all the others
Minding her own business and her own blues
I looked around me at the gravel
The dented cans, and broken glass
And I knew that I would leave it
I knew that I'd become a lucky man at last
A lucky man at last



Credits
Writer(s): James M Davidson
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