A place for me to post poetry, on account of I might as well do something with it.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
In Class
A water bottle is bad to have in class. Without it I would sit, uncomfortable plastic squeak, but holding stubbornly to Professor's clifflike gesticulations. With it, I sip a constant trickling stream and halfway through class I have to pee.
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