Take that last French fry. I dare you.
The last of the hot water: you can have that too,
you know, if you don’t mind dying a horrible death.
Go ahead, have a party at 3 AM on a Wednesday—
nobody has classes on Thursday; that’s a myth.
Drink my last Capri Sun.
Do it.
By all means, ask the professor to assign more reading;
I know where your dorm room is.
And please,
oh please
turn on the dishwasher in the middle of my favorite tv show.
That noise will cover up anything.
Anything.
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