Editing TheMudder
When inspiration strikes, how dare you refuse? A somewhat darker parody dealing with a common fear. A FilkSong. ''to the tune of Simon and Garfunkle's "The Boxer"'' ---- I was once a Sophomore, Now my story's often told I have squandered my old brilliance For a pocketful of Frosh Chem And symposia, Sleep-dep and Stems! Still a man learns what he wants to learn And tunes out once again. When I left my home and my family I could show a manic joy In the company of kindred, In the bustle of the rowdy meeting Shouting dares. Carried low, taking to the waiting showers Where the dragged people go [1] In so short a space I'm soaking head to toe. Lie la Lie... Asking for a week's extension I come looking for a prof But I get no offers Just a come-on from the thralls in Gallieo [2] I do declare, there were times when I felt so broken I took some comfort there. Lie la Lie... Then I'm staying up through morning fog And wishing I was gone Going home Where the brutal hours of midnight aren't cheating me, Fleetingly, going home. In the courtyard stands a Mudder, A deriver by his trade; But he carries the reminders Of every course that he laid down Or cut until he cried out When he saw his GPA, ''"I am leaving, I am leaving"'' But the Mudder still remains. Lie la Lie . . . ---- [1] Pronounced "dragg-ED" to fit the meter. [2] Alcoholic version for dorms other than East (courtesy of JoshMiddendorf): "Just a come-on from the hordes at LongTallGlasses" And if you wanna know who to blame, look no further than WillShipley.
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