Another silly “song”. A friend says a thing, I make a series of rhymes.
Things I’d Rather Do Than Be Loved By You
Dear Law School. It started out cool.
I made tons of changes for you and your love.
Law School, I learned to talk just like a tool.
Took the pressure and hung with tons of gunners.
But Law School, now, I’ve been seeing someone
A therapist who wants to ruin our fun
He said, this relationship sounds abusive,
Even mentioning Jones Day didn’t make him effusive.
Law school… It’s all over now.
I’d rather shove my head in a cow
Than be loved by you
I’d rather have them pull my teeth
Sepukku, sword from my sheath
Than sit here some more and
be “loved” by you.
Loose rhyme, loose rhyme – stilted rhythm, quirky beat
Law School … I’ve boxed up your stuff
We’re through, oh, yes, I’ve had enough
I only keep going to class for the professor’s sake
(No need to hurt the children)
Come pick up this box, damn you.
Law School, yeah, I can’t quite quit you
But that’s just massive debt, I still want to slit you
From stem to stern.
Law School, you make my words violent
I’d rather be punched in the face
Than be loved by you
I’d rather run a one-legged race,
Lose every paternity case
Than be loved by you
Stare decisis – I’m quitting, I’ll never get J.D.’d!
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