Life is Uncontrollable, But Your Email Isn't

High school is tough

AP Calc makes me cry

Sometimes I've just had it

And I'm ready to die

 

But there's one thing I do

To pull me out of the funk

I load up my email

And I sort through the junk

 

I slash through the spam

I throw out the trash

I calmly and rationally reply to the important ones

Then I dive back in to slash and bash

 

I'm having a blast

My troubles are gone

My mind is distracted

I could ramble on and on

 

So if you're feeling desolate and alone

Just take a second to pull out your phone

If you feel like you're losing your soul

Remember there is something you can always control

 

Look at your email

Just go to town

I promise sorting through inboxes

Will never make you frown

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