Being in college can be quite a stress.
The cadets telling me how to act and dress.
Can’t stand being put under all the duress.
Sometimes it gets so bad that I want to scream and shout
And tell the world what it’s all about
Instead of yelling by myself on the quad
I go to my room and vent to my squad.
I put on my Pandora with my beats
And slide beneath my cold white sheets
I make the call for my Papa, Mr. Johns
And eat some chocolate bon bons
With my snack in my belly
My life seems less helly
To rid the rest of my crap
I take a real long nap
The coffin of blankets carry my troubles away
As I survive yet another college day.