Finally, some real work. Although it doesn't compare to all the crazy internships I've done,
There's still an opportunity to have some fun.
While competing with chaos in the cyber cafe, I reviewed, edited, re-edited, relaxed
In the atmosphere governed by the AC, pleasure intensified and maxed,
As I sat forth in my own little domain, wondering why
In my own pleasure I lie.
Did I not have work to do?
Or was I content to simply remain blue.
Nah. The GPA beckons;
It must be high, by any measure, I reckons;
We are all in thrall to that monstrous tentacled japanohentai rapist
To send in our assignments at the latest.
Onward I march, to my doom
That said, why do I swerve, to the road, to freedom, to my room?
Fuck, I bunked once more.
It's a poor thing that we have to face such debauchery in the midst of such.. no, I'll just say it out loud: it's a real shame that we're getting mindfucked for no real reason. A travesty of justice, truly, considering the fact that we paid for it.
Well, ladies and gents, we did dig our grave, and so, as they say, shut up and lie in it.
But hell, no- we're media and communishit students- shutting up is not in our resume. There's a method to our madness. And as assorted as the denizens are, they show signs of never developing any limit to their capacity to inflict said damage upon their fellow man.
And so, the final result is:
Yessir. And in the end, all that we can do is grin and bear it.
Or do we? Do we have the power to relieve ourselves of this mundane charade? Do we, like Neo, have two options?
Mr. Anderson... tumhari maa ki chut.