College
CollegeEven though I'm college bound,
I hate that I have to study like a hound.
Trying to make an A on each test,
doesn't give me anytime for rest.
Thou college will get me somewhere,
I am about ready to tear out my hair.
Study, study, study that's all I do,
study so hard it makes me feel blue.
Trying to figure out this sociology,
is taken everything out of me.
Thou I have to study hard,
this is my one good card.
This will give me a good career,
but right now all I need is a BEER.
By Linda Rose Brito
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