Ode to Chemistry

Strangle me, bury me, hit me
Burn me, slice me, slit me
So many things I'd rather do
Than sit here quietly in my room
I'd rather stare dumbly at the door
I'd rather clean the bathroom floor
There's laughing, there's staring, there's reading books
There's crying, there's stomping, and giving strange looks
There's so many things I'd rather be
Than stuck here with *censored* chemistry


AN: A VERY old poem. Prolly apparent that it is, but meh, just gave my chem final a few days ago...