College Exam Plea

O Lord, hear my anxious plea
Calculus is killing me

I know not of 'dx' or 'dy'
And probably won't until the day I die.

Please, Lord, help me in this hour
As I take my case to the highest power.

I care not for fame or loot
Just help me find one square root.

And Lord, please let me see
One passing mark in organic chemistry.

Oh such a thing I constantly dread
I'd just as soon join the Marines instead.

Lord, please give me a sign
That you've been listening all the time.

Please lead me out of this constant coma
And give me a shot at my diploma.