Dear Midterms, I Wrote You a Poem.

You are the apple
Of my eye.
I hate apples;
Please go die.

I love you more
Than I can say.
I am mute;
Go away.

Love for you
Fills my heart with glee.
No, that’s my bladder.
Oops, must pee.


[end poem]
Schoolwork and midterms have been preventing me from posting recently. So I took this thing that I threw together last year in honor of college apping and physics honors misery and shall pretend that I wrote it for this express purpose.