The Freshman (Poem)

The greed fed on freshman, waiting for their asses to be beaten red! Crazy little fuckers, standing at ill-gotten attention stances. They creep along the window ledge, moist trails wandering for lack of a better dream state. The snails love dream state abortions and jello mold growing on a rotting ass. Pasta prima vermin served with cum soup, followed by a small monkey, in which you shall smash mallets upon. Cranium gray fruit explosion for dessert and tongues drop under foot, as does the red carpet. Oh carpenter, take the flowers and the gems and spread across the world of baboon logic, flinging fecal fur coats to cover the cold.