The third-classers
Say it
That
They were first-classers
After rising to the top
Of posting and placement,
Showing it not their third-class degrees
To anyone,
Keeping tight-lipped and shut,
Closed from their within,
The third-classers.
Many of the third-classers
I see them
And smile
On seeing them, the third-classers,
But the same after rising
To the top
Call they themselves first-classers
Which were they not at all,
But third-classers.
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