School is dead,
I can lie abed,
rot on the web,
and choose where I tread,
But before I may savor
This summer sloth flavor,
I have to hack up some concern
and slay the final wurm.
Essaytees, elderies,
downright stupid melodies,
plastic driving card,
having at the lard.
An aggrevating start to summer,
oh what a bummer,
but at least I'm not stuck with those dummies,...