Off To College, The Deadline To Fly Is Nigh And I Don't Want To Be Left Here High And Dry But They Just

I thought i could make a librarian Out of this mute dignitarian Turns out he's just mean And cannot fit the scene So I'll above him at this murd'rous ferryman  - Mod E

There once was a demon named King Who loved to collect lots of bling His friendship with Luz Started more as a truce But in time, ’twas to her he would cling  - Mod M

The game that I think is the best Is about a girl who's stressed There's mirrors, dream blocks, A grandma who mocks, And a mountain they all call Celeste  - Mod M

In English class no one would ask me What book I would take, were I at sea. See, nobody asked Cos you can't change the past They all knew that it's the Great Gatsby  - Mod E

He’s always on guard patrol duty He’s lots of things but never snooty He’s ever so good And just misunderstood He’s the wonderful house demon Hooty  - Mod B

Hey big man, we'd like to inquire Could you even get fuckin higher? From all California We'd like to inform ya That we didn't start the damn fire  - Mod B

In reality, I'm lying down On this campus's green, grassy ground But to rhyme grass with ass The chance couldn't just pass! So to lying to you I was bound. - Mod E

I’m sitting out here on the grass And getting green stains on my ass The weather is nice (That is, if you’ve ice) But who knows how long this will last?  - Mod E

A friend of mine took up the yoke Of humour, and never revoked They said oh so boldly "Oh, you know me, "I would go any far for a joke!"  - Mod E

We haven't got options aplenty And unpleasant choices—we've many So when comes November, Please vote! And remember— Moldy onion for prez twenty-twenty  - Mod E

yes 2020 has sucked like a ravenous kirby but in november we finally get to vote that hateful orange turd out of office so eyes on the prize ya’lls

Y’all, people whose symptoms are mild? Or those barely more than a child? Still got the same task Wear a damn fuckin mask The audacity’s buck-fuckin-wild  - Mod B