Friday
Friday morning,
Take my seat.
Little sleep,
Feeling beat.
Thirsty Thursday
Kicked some ass.
Don’t care –
Was a blast.
Teacher rambling
On and on.
Not listening –
Mind is gone.
Throbbing headache,
Just won’t quit.
So hungover,
Don’t give a shit.
Wondering what
Lecture’s about.
Never mind,
Class is out.
Heading home,
Relax, renew.
Friday night:
That means round two!
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