Of epic proportions

Bar exam! Two weeks!
I hang my head in defeat.
I know I shall fail.

Ask the magic die:
"Will I fail the bar exam?"
"It's 50/50."

(Stupid. Defective.
Never more will I believe,
Six-sided prophet.)

Practice test was bad.
Twenty-fourth percentile. Ack.
I know I shall fail.

I study, study.
And yet my scores don't go up!
What is up with that?

Barbri, if I fail,
Will you give me a refund?
I think you owe me.

No, I didn't foll --
Alas! The fine print says no!
Justice, where art thou?

I mean, really, who
could possibly follow your
"Paced Program"? Get real.

Sigh. And sigh again.
One can't escape destiny.
May as well go sleep.