The term Freshman certainly has it irony
Especially in Mackin Hall floor 3
The smell of puke sifts through the halls,
While singed popcorn, hair, and alcohol combine in a stenched symphony.
The carpet looms with history
of spilled beer and crack cocaine
It reeks of un- cleansed heads and filthy laundy.
Your stains are there on the floor as a reminder of your marked claim.
Oh Freshman students, you think your new freedom rules all
But really all your power is the stench you produce in that hall!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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