Getting up at the wee hour of the morning.
Still showing up late to class.
You walk in the room all casual like.
Where on e homework becomes Two.
Two becomes three, and three becomes infinite.
Now you have hordes of homework to do,
That won’t be finished until after midnight.
Stress and tired,
You just want to go to sleep.
But you can’t, knowing you have work after class.
It seems the day will never end.
College life is great.
College life sucks.
Take it as you will.
I’m just the guy who wrote this poem.