I ing hate coursework

It's not fun, it's

It's not me, it's not a quirk

I haven't got enough wit.

It's not fun I don't want to do it

It bores me, I want to flee

I want to throw it in a mosh pit

To watch it be trambled would fill me with glee.

I'd also like to burn it with coal

To rip it to shreds

To let it mould

It's plague's widespread.

This is meant to be the voltar, a.k.a the turning point

But I still ing hate coursework so I guess I'll just dissapoint.