Dear Professor Thompson, Pt. 1

Here's my room at school, right?
Where I keep tucked away
Virginia Woolf and me, this is where we stay

Modern Lit is dense, right?
But everything's okay
I'm working on my thesis every day

Now, since my laptop's verging on collapse
I keep longhand notes and Xerox scraps
In a hand-bound book that drips
With old-school flair

But this unique approach can be a drag
When you keep the whole thing in your bag
And suddenly, the goddamn thing's not there

It's not there
It's not there
It's not there
It's not there, it's not there, it's not there
It's not there

Dear Professor Thompson,
This is Deb! You're my advisor
I am writing you to ask a little favor, err, question
I know when we first met you made it very, very clear
That under no circumstances
Be they medical, emotional, familial, or chronic
Could we ever, ever, turn in something late
But Dear Professor Thompson,
I've a little... situation
And I'm hoping you will show a little mercy on me
And grant me an extension on the first step of my thesis
Yours, eeh
Thanks in advance...
Hugs?
Shit!



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