Wednesday, September 18, 2002

Alma Matters

The literate folks of my Alma,
Tried their best to fuck my mind.

The literate folks of my Alma,
Tried their best to screw my arse.

The literate folks of my Alma,
Tried their best to take my bum,
And man did they have some fun.

Hello people,
Teach thy children,
Preach thy children,
Try your best to feed thy children.

Oldies of the past generation,
Come here to give us recognition,
Man, you need to change,
& your on going craze.

I never was a prankster,
Never was a spoilt rat,
Was as good as a child could get,
Tried hard to study hard,
But the oldie never understood.

C’mon c’mon to the life of reality,
Love thy child, give thy knowledge,
My alma mater,
Started loving it,
Loving to hate it.

I was first in school,
I was last who understood,
Was a sport,
Played all games, participated all quests,
My alma mater,
Started loving it,
Loving to hate it.
Cannot deny it,
But you got to prove me,
How I am dying to be,
An Alma matters to me.

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