The professors are lazy or tough

The men here are much less than buff

I’m reading too many comics

Instead of studying phonics

And high school’ers think they have it rough.

Everyday someone is sick

From bad food or certain pricks

Empty is my wallet.

Poverty is what you’d call it.

I’ll soon destroy the alarm clock’s tick.

Campus work is long with low pay

And yet I still go everyday

I have to pay back the bank

Before credit scores tank

Damn, do I need a good lay

My sanity is reaching the brink

There’s ramen noodles clogging the sink

I won’t survive 4 years

The wind tears at my ears

And I’m still too young to drink