Weary, pulped out
This fiction we wrote
It’s already worn its story out
Remember last year; we stood here
We’ll take over the world, we said out loud
Ask us now and you’ll hear us dreary
Might roll our eyes, cast cynical smiles
But what d’ya expect
We’re deep in the trenches
Brains beat wrung and hung to dry out
We can’t tell a head from its tail or snout
Compounded pounds with all the food, booze and gluttony
Our bank balances depleted abundantly
But it’s not all morose
I’ve got down some cheery prose
Like the time we saw Jeff serenade with his ass
And when Kashif dozed off in the middle of a class
That time we were riled up to the brink of a mutiny
When our late-night shenanigans were under some scrutiny
Karaoke, piano bars, shindigs and stand up
Runners, singers, dreamers
All drowned in slack smack talk
We have copyrights to emojis in every emotion
Y’all can talk Yang
Man on the street Mike
Do the right thing Dean
Three Aarons and two Jaclyns
As if that weren’t enough
We not only managed, hopefully
To not get evicted from our jobs and families
But to also venture out on a school trip globally
Lounging in the lobby sipping scotch on most nights
Indulged in Scandinavian hospitality and dodgy bike rides
We toured the city, learned how they function
At least most of us did
Bus 2 had the flu or somethin’
And alright, we’ll admit, yes
I guess we did learn some
If you bring up economy or finance
We may not have to play dumb
It’s been a ride, both good and bad
We can ho-hum all we want and be sad
But take stock of what we’ve done
12 courses x credits down
A lifetime of friendships and memories won
Our world has changed already
Weddings, new jobs, babies, and promotions
Deep bonds forged, full of strong emotions
What’s left?
Two unforgiving semesters
~26 in person days on hand
And then folks
It’ll be time to break up this band
So, chin up, will ya please?
We’re not yet done
We’ve still got the world to change
While having us some savage fun!
