You could put an insomniac to sleep
Bed him and bore him and kill him with speech
You absolute freak
The owls are drowsy
Your lecture is lousy
And I am in need of a pill
Cure me, sweet medicne!
Slide down my throat
Deep down to my bowels
And help me to float
Up and away
From this horrible man
From my marketing lecture
God help me, I ran!
And into the night
My glorious flight
Will save me this anguish I bear
Till the morrow, JU
Whence I shall return
For my english essay is due...
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