Poetry

"Friday"

Why do I love thee, let me count the ways.
I do not have classes.
I can catch up on paperwork.
There's ihaw-ihaw in the afternoon.
There are no classes the next day.

Why do I hate thee, let me count the ways.
I do not have classes.
Catching up on paperwork makes me realize how horribly behind I am.
Realizing how behind I am frustrates and depresses me.
When I'm depressed, I get bored.
When I'm bored, I harass the kiddies. >:)
When I harass the kiddies...I harass the kiddies. >:)
Harass the kiddies.
Harass the kiddies.
And then I get bored again.
There's ihaw-ihaw in the afternoon, which means my diet is thrown out the window.

Kaloka.

Have a great weekend, everyone. :)