Beg, plead
I cry for sleep
In a classroom
On a Chemical Eve
The monotony
Of Chemistry of Surfaces
Teacher, no offence
But its just too hot for this!
After surviving the blazing sun
In the morning assembly
Healthily cooking
The travesty of tans and suns...
Now to face another misery
Why can't they just
Let us be?
Disasters of lines and making
I wonder,
Is this all really necessary?
