Ode to Chemistry
Right now there’s dust on my pillow,
and it’s all your fault.
You paralyzed my mind, and for that you suck, oh oh…
I’ll get you with my tanks, and my bombs,
and my bombs, and my guns…
Am I just stoned with vaseline — I CAN’T pedal any faster!!!!!!!!
I’m not under 18 why am I doing this??
‘Cuz that’s the way it is in Kansas, my pretty.
Hold my hand — I’m CRACKING UP!!!!!!!
by Becca and Tracy, roommates trapped in Chem-induced hell
Spring semester 1995