Another poem...
Here's another one to chew on. Be warned, it is kind of vulgar, but don't blame me. The poem just kind of wrote itself.
Musings of an Undeclared College Freshman
I'm writing this crap for my Intro to Writing class
and I'm not much of a poet, so I'll just write this shit because I have to.
I hate this class.
I hate this class to death.
The prof. is such a bitch, who's only out to get me.
She'll probably give me a bad grade on this assignment, but I don't give a shit.
I'm only taking this class because they made me.
It's got nothing to do with my major, minor, or an elective.
God, I hate writing.
I have no idea how to "express my inner desires".
I have no idea what post-modernism is.
I have no idea what I'm doing here.
I'm only here because my dad made me.
He didn't want me to sit on my ass playing video games for a year or so after high school.
I got the typical dad speech about going to school while I still had my youth.
"Get up. Get a job. Don't be a lazy bum. The bums always lose son. The educated are the only winners."
But why should I suffer and rot in college when my parents and sisters didn't go?
I guess it's because I'm a guy.
My sisters got off easy because they got married to providers.
But I'll be the provider of a family some day,
So that's why I'm in school.
To provide for a future family.
Fuck that, I don't ever want to get married.
I don't want any kind of responsibility.
It's only going to tie me down and keep me away from fulfilling my dreams.
But here I sit in this god-forsaken writing class,
Rotting away in a college I hate, with people that I hate,
And no idea of what I want to do with my life.
I guess college isn't so bad, even though I hate this school.
My parents are paying for everything and giving me an allowance of $100 a month,
Which I quickly spend on alcohol.
At least I can get drunk here and not get the third degree from my parents.
My RA doesn't seem to care all that much, so why not get drunk all the time?
I think I'm going to fail most of my classes this semester, but I don't give a shit.
I'm sure my parents will be "very disappointed" in me,
And they'll make me go to an easy community college until I get an Associate's degree.
That sounds fine.
I really don't know what I'm doing here, and I'm getting sick of these bullshit classes,
When they asked me my major, I told them "undeclared"
And I think that's how it'll stay.
Nothing really interests me here, even though it's a big university.
I can't seem to stay motivated, so I'll just give up.
But at least I'm getting a free year of drinking and partying out of this.
It's five o'clock. That means we're done with class
And it's time to go get drunk.
I hope you enjoyed my cruddy, forced poem.
Musings of an Undeclared College Freshman
I'm writing this crap for my Intro to Writing class
and I'm not much of a poet, so I'll just write this shit because I have to.
I hate this class.
I hate this class to death.
The prof. is such a bitch, who's only out to get me.
She'll probably give me a bad grade on this assignment, but I don't give a shit.
I'm only taking this class because they made me.
It's got nothing to do with my major, minor, or an elective.
God, I hate writing.
I have no idea how to "express my inner desires".
I have no idea what post-modernism is.
I have no idea what I'm doing here.
I'm only here because my dad made me.
He didn't want me to sit on my ass playing video games for a year or so after high school.
I got the typical dad speech about going to school while I still had my youth.
"Get up. Get a job. Don't be a lazy bum. The bums always lose son. The educated are the only winners."
But why should I suffer and rot in college when my parents and sisters didn't go?
I guess it's because I'm a guy.
My sisters got off easy because they got married to providers.
But I'll be the provider of a family some day,
So that's why I'm in school.
To provide for a future family.
Fuck that, I don't ever want to get married.
I don't want any kind of responsibility.
It's only going to tie me down and keep me away from fulfilling my dreams.
But here I sit in this god-forsaken writing class,
Rotting away in a college I hate, with people that I hate,
And no idea of what I want to do with my life.
I guess college isn't so bad, even though I hate this school.
My parents are paying for everything and giving me an allowance of $100 a month,
Which I quickly spend on alcohol.
At least I can get drunk here and not get the third degree from my parents.
My RA doesn't seem to care all that much, so why not get drunk all the time?
I think I'm going to fail most of my classes this semester, but I don't give a shit.
I'm sure my parents will be "very disappointed" in me,
And they'll make me go to an easy community college until I get an Associate's degree.
That sounds fine.
I really don't know what I'm doing here, and I'm getting sick of these bullshit classes,
When they asked me my major, I told them "undeclared"
And I think that's how it'll stay.
Nothing really interests me here, even though it's a big university.
I can't seem to stay motivated, so I'll just give up.
But at least I'm getting a free year of drinking and partying out of this.
It's five o'clock. That means we're done with class
And it's time to go get drunk.
I hope you enjoyed my cruddy, forced poem.