When I was a senior in High School,
They featured in front a large sign:
“Work Hard at Your Job
While Passions Still Throb –
Leave Your Legacy Behind.”
My classmates had always abhorred
This idea, which now they adored –
So I wriggled my hips
And, with magical wrists,
I jizzed all over those words.
I promised the ranting Headmaster
That the action was true of my class –
He denied it, the fiend:
“Your mark must be cleaned!”
So I pissed it off into the grass.
Morning's Early Dark 