DISCLAIMER: If you ARE one of the people described in this poem (hahahahahaaaa), then don’t take offense, I’m just venting my ire out.
There are words used in this text that some people may find weird or not understand (for eg. “go0″, “kkrh”, fuqol”). These are INSIDE JOKES so don’t worry.
Before I start, I’d like to say:
“Zara helmet pakadna dost.”
Okay.
Wake up in the morning, go to college,
Don’t apply your brain, just cram all the f***ing knowledge,
Break mein revision karo…or hang out with loser friends,
Jam ke padhai karte raho, until the college ends.
Shaam ko seedhe ghar aao, aur ghar pe aake open your books,
Don’t care about what ur friends are doing, or what ur mom cooks,
No msging “kkrh”, “aao tab”, or “dekhta hun”,
Just sit there cramming ur books and eating ur own go0.
SPI, GPA ya CPI jitni bhi ho, kis baat par ghamand hai,
If you don’t have a social life, tumhari zindagi jhand hai.
I’m proud that neither am I, nor are my friends so gay,
But to those who are, I’d just like to say,
Tumhari video banaake hum log karenge usko dub.
Tum toh FUQOL ho FUQOL. go0 khao sab”.
These 4 college kids and 5 of their friends were spotted at Mag-D CC, studying, while auonlookers looked auon. Even the smell of food couldn’t deter them from distributing and discussing class notes. Their lifeless bodies were recovered from the canal opposite Abul Fazl Enclave the next day, faces mutilated beyond recognition. However, one of them was easily identified owing to the peculiar shape of his head (A perfect cube).
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