What I learned in CollegeA Poem by Mohl083since i just realized i'm going to grad-school, it's good to poke fun and the waste of time that is undergrad
Some place in the center of the earth Living in a crude, makeshift house Carved from the magma and rock Resides a little man in an emerald suit. If you’re lucky enough To walk out of your body He’ll send you a postcard With a beach at sunset on the front, And hurriedly scribbled on the back Detailed directions to his place. It’s easy to get there All you have to do Is Jump. Don’t mind the bones Shattered on the canyon floor below They were never really you. Eat the bread coated with sesame seeds Gulp every last one down Careful not to miss any, Ok. Congratulations, now you’re pregnant, But not with some cheesy human baby You could sell for a truckload of cigarettes On the black market. Prop those legs up And shoot the life out. The blue and green marble Floating around a ball of fire Just chilling there, With no particular place to go, All that is yours, Good job! There are too many cats Not on fire. Block X Rolls down an incline of 35 degrees But is stopped by the Treaty of Versailles; However, Hemingway is drunk And fighting a bull. Think about the possibilities— You have 30 minutes to write your thoughts… Excellent Work! Plus 5! © 2008 Mohl083 |
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Added on February 10, 2008 Author
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