She steals my answers.
Annoying situation.
My answers are wrong.



I glower at her sideways,
Trying to perceive if what I thought the truth
Was really the truth.
And in taking my eyes from my test,
I see those eyes of hers, those ravenous orbs,
Behave in a manner most uncouth.
Dancing around with apparent zest,
They appear as a pair of flashlights
Enclosed in blackness,
And bashing the blackness in a frantic frenzy.



Her filching is rife.
An “A” here and a “C” there.
That’s true and this false.



The lazy parasite!
Dependent, intrusive, insistent!
Her eyes seem to desire a release from some mire.
They beat along the edges of their pockets.
Sometimes they roll upward to an extreme,
And her vision must be black,
But I perceive a frosty white.
What, now! Does she have answers written on the roofs of her
sockets?
Perhaps she stuffed a colleague in her head
In case “Plan A” became a worn-out thread.
Magnificent methods she’s found to cheat!
A talent which I wish I had time to entreat
Of her—



But I’ve already
Made my fateful decision . . .
Damn those filthy eyes!



From all in the class she’s taken a bite.
And for a cause which all would perceive as trite.
This swindling of hers seems (to her) a source of great
delight.
But for me this lack of integrity might
Arouse in my spirit just enough spite
To justify an action so saturated with blight;
An action which inevitably will lead to her plight.
Oh, yes! My vengeful wings are full and ready for flight!
And so as her eyes scurry around as if possessed in fright,
I ready the fingers of my left and my right.
My fury rises to unprecedented heights!
And I see her flinch a flinch which is ever so slight,
But before she can elude the snare I’ve laid tight,
I thrust my hands forward and deprive her of sight!



Released from cages,
They seem to dance in my hands.
I squeeze them to gel.



She stands up; calls me insane.
Asks me why I had caused her such pain.
I tell her those eyes of hers vexed me
And that she doesn’t deserve them for how she put them to
use.
“For such a long time I saw you looking about!
Scrutinizing every test within your means throughout!
Your eyes were voracious as the long, hungry snout
Of a bear thrashing rashly in a river for trout!
And so I had plenty reason to rip them straight out!”



But she explains how her eyes moved of their own volition
On account of a certain biological condition.
“An abnormality spoils my brain,”
She exclaims.
“It’s often quite a strain to sustain my complaints—
So many they number and cause me great pain . . .
Simply looking at things came with no ease . . .
You see, my eyes were dancing to the music
Of Parkinson’s disease.”