Thou shalt receive not a metal chamber
On yon corner or yon stairwell.
Turn in the device on which thy call
Unto the enclosure at the end of the hall
For trouble thou shalt wont to acquire
For thine device be taken doth thee desire?
The books of chrome support thine efforts,
Especially in leisurely endeavours,
Aside from the fact that the nets beyond
Function always, naught.
Thou shalt know which classroom you are in
For if you don't
On a never ending road full of twists and bends you will be
And in the end, late to class thou will be
Thine homework thou art assigned
Thou shalt do during the nightfall
Of the day thou art assigned it.
Keep thine eyes to thy self,
To avoid taking upon thyself,
A fool's errand, treacherous,
For maintaining contact with the eyes of your teachers.
Ay, a sweatshirt you need to keep
For control thou does not have of the heat
Kernels heated shall bring fresh comrades forth.
When boredom lost,
Thine jest shall be 2048 and Tetris.
Time shalt beest spendeth
In thy classes that doth cometh ere.
Thou art shalt wrap thine brain
In late worketh during time of other lessons,
Times of blessed frees, and breaketh.
Manhandle weights in the gym thou shalt not
Lest thee desire reprimands like fire burn hot
Heads will turn unto thine burning cheeks
As thine eyes shed tears like a well with leaks.
Money in thy backpack you shall have
For in the end thy stomach will rumble
And inevitably vittles thou shalt buy
From canteen.
Styrofoam in the microwave thou shalt not put
Melted the cup will be
And the rumbling of the stomach will continue to rumble
For not good your food shall be
Bring thy miniscule odor resistant spray / paste
Or alas thou shalt riskth smelling horrendously.
To make money is a fierce desire,
Yet 'tis cursed beyond the fires.
Only attractive things are cursed, to a fault.
Otherwise, it ought not be cursed at all!
However, cheaper than canteen ye shall sell.
As then you will obtain the green bill.
At which hour pangs of hunger strike,
When thine food pouch doth ache,
Microwavable vittles and nibblets
Thou shalt feed
Then the starvation shall vanish.
Whenever a chance comes upon thee of free food
Take it, indeed you shall enjoy the mood.
Sweaters bring not in the shivery season
Lest thy scorch while one should by logic be freezin'
In the fiery season bring blankets and rum
So icy figure thou shalt not become.
Bring forth a sweet smelling fragrance
And small odor-resistant paste to thy house of learning.
It will be useful for thee.
Stress not in highschool, hear my plea
Or else depressed and tired thou will be
Chilllax you shall on sofa's comfy
But heed my warning if you shall, forget not to study.
Late into the inky cloak of darkness thou shalt want coffee,
But alas thou shalt regret consuming the liquid.
