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.