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I sit on my ass in class, whiling the hours,
praying fervently to god, or whatever powers,
reign on high, to give me the fortitude,
to survive this damned lecture, escape the mental turpitude.
Yearning for the Wochenende, to unleash the beast,
and consume many beverages prepared with yeast.
Bored out of my gourd, learning of parse trees,
damn, would I like to be downing whiskeys,
or throwing up hooks, just like Kareem,
but binary search trees are as important, it would seem.
My soul begs for freedom, yet here I remain
this whole going to class thing is my bane.
This Haskell business blows, I miss Python and C;
after this shit, I'll go play some Wii.
Peace out, motherfucker, and keep this in mind
Fuck the world, they ain't ready for our kind.
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