Improvised student Poem

(On the spot, written down, th paper says Nov 6th 06, i say it is lies)

I hate students.
They sit on my toilet
and waste yore time
and wonder what a cassette tape is
and close off their minds
They ignore History's learnings
it, to them, is a hungry child
which they should not have to feed.
"It's all too much..what with the tuition"
-not their responsibility.
I Hate students,
their empty actions, full of dreams

I have six of their heads in a black polythene bag
that i keep hidden in an air vent in my dorm room.

i'm one too.

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