College
Classes scattered throughout the week,
learning the right way to speak.
People swarm in hoards,
living in brick-walled wards.
Allegedly adults,
without the results.
More space to learn who to be,
strong hands guiding us how to see.
Plenty of peers,
all trying to find their own careers,
Each group has their flaws,
some bending the laws.
But it will be fun they say
I just shrug and walk away.
to try the next group.
Classes are one to three hours,
but the homework towers.
No car, no cash
lots of stress, and still in class.
Join our political movement,
without us, there can be no improvement
opinions cover the walls,
you can try to argue if you've got the balls.
How do people not know how to use a hammer,
Its 2 am and they are making a clamor.
deadlines creep and crawl
like centipedes on the wall
Roommate needs the room for a while,
I come back and the smell is vile.
get soundproof headphones
they block the sound of needy hormones.
Computer broke,
why is it pouring out smoke?
Assignment due in the morning
overheating warning?
me and the computer both
"It's a life lesson"
Oh thanks, what a blessing.
No cats to cuddle the stress away
it's hard to not dismay.
One more day
one more week
I can say
the pattern gets bleak.
But time will pass
I just need to survive this class.
Copyright © Elissa Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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