give me my sun
you’ve kidnapped me and it
i’m a geo student hostage
i need fresh air
the window is screaming for me to jump
i’m only on the 2nd floor
sure, i’d hurt but i wouldn’t
be in class anymore
all of this stuff…stuff stuff stuff
is flying right over my head
the ideas do not land in my airport
give me freedom! let me out!
before i scream! before i shout!
i don’t care about haciendas!
i dont’t care about plantations!
scattered throughout the nation!!
la la la it’s 4:20
my leg still itches
boredom is me
batista! batista!
castro and batista! reminds me of j.b.
what a dense flirt
castro revolted hee hee hee
i’m done
*wonders why he says lond-uh-tude*

About “Geography Class Part II”

I can’t remember if I wrote this the same day as “Geography Class Part II” or the next week. It doesn’t much matter because I was bored out of my mind on every day in the class.