This is a little poem that I was emailed, the authors have been removed inorder to protect the innocent.
Ode to Hinton James
O Hinton James with cinder blocks so white
your closet doors and one dresser bring such delight
and the ghetto-vators that must fight
to shut
O shower stall that never drains
and air conditioners that leak when it rains
and mattresses with mysterious stains
oh dear
So many fire alarms that wake
because at 4 am people bake
and ten flights of stairs do make
us mad
Within such close proximity of chase
while walking home i always carry mace
because you are so FUCKING far away from every place
oh yes
We are so sad to leave you next year
but wait! we are fucking still here!
at least there is lots of cheap beer
oh bliss!
This poem is not associated with the webmaster, and he did not write it, but in respecting freedom of speech, decided to put it up in honor of the sophomores that got placed back in the dormitory for a second year.
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