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Reflecting on the Fucking Truth of It;

By Ryan InghamPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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A 2:2's Not That Bad, Save us Two's...

Uni's great gents, I'm rolling through it!

Let me tell you all about it..,

Right, get your head down, early lecture,

Said no reasonable cunt ever...

'You should man yourself up son',

Never.

So think on it, mull over this wee gem,

20 cigs or ten?

Big decisions require deep cogitation.

But you don't smoke, or, you didn't anyway...

What would your daddy say?

Rack em up then son,

Go on,

See me right.

Third degree gurns in Leeds tonight.

"Where's your jaw gone pal?"

?

Hang on...

My mind's gone blank again,

Sort us paper and pen

I'll write this down,

Coz I've had an idea,. Wait., it's gone.

Christ; redeem me, shoot me a can or a gram for the road.

Now I'm losing cohesion,

How does this read?

Does it read well?

Ohhh look at how fucking Post-modern I am, it's nauseating init mate.

Anyway, let's clear this up;

Mothers and fATHERS with yer juvenile naivety,

Here be no wholesome family nativity,

We leave this place with little awareness

And much less dignity.

It's like a microcosm of real life pessimism.

But fear not! We're not so terribly sad,

Because we know better than you do,

That a 2:2's not really that bad.

Save us two's'';';,';

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About the Creator

Ryan Ingham

A northern literature student questioning his sanity in the microcosms of academia. Forever provoking the ostentatiousness of high brow study with crude and subversive cogitation.

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