Collegiate Freestyle

Here's some lines I jotted down while dozing in BritLit:

Living off 7-11 hot dogs
Undercover leap frog
Slaying crimson balrogs
Walking through a heavy fog

But it's a pity living in a city where
There's crime all the time and
Only bums are your chums cause
No one cares for your troubles

Yet you pick a scene
Then try smoking green
While all the youths lose their sheen
Hope your mind still stays keen
When you've hit the bottle
Hard.

Old friends, new friends
Lose friends, make friends
Frankenstein love friends
Money spent like time spends

Trek to class to learn
About the past
Out of your caste
And still praying for a big break

Overlook the little things
Like the songs your conscience sings
When you think you'll fly forever on
Icarus's "sturdy" wings

Over before it began
You've lived your span
Be it bottle or can
Now they call you a man
Ha.


Nothing spectacular, I know. But I like it.